H H I M OF THE ^WEST By NORRISC.SPRIGG. (: PHOTO BY ROTHBERGER CHIMES OF THE WEST BY MORRIS C. SPRIGG DENVER, COLORADO PUBLISHED BY THE AUTHOR 1903 S THE L LR^.RY OF I CONGRESS, Two Copies ReceivBC JUN 17 1903 Ccpyriijin tiUfy " ASS CL xXc. N.-> I I U T-"^ / ^ ' i Cory ji. Copyright, 19Q3, By NORRIS C. SPRIGG PRESS or ®Ijp ^cth ^publtaliing Qlompany DENVER IRENE "Take courage, prisoner of time, for there be many comforts ; Cease thy labor in the pit, and bask awhile with truants in the sun. Be cheerful man of care, for great is the multi- tude of chances ; Burst thy fetters of anxiety, and walk among the citizens of ease. Wherefore dost thou doubt? If present good is round thee. Leave awhile the hot and dusty road, to loiter in the greenwood of Reflection. Come unto my cool, dim grotto that is watered by the rivulet of mirth. And over whose time-stained rocks climb the fairy flowers of content; Here upon this mossy bank of leisure fling thy load of cares; ' Taste my simple store, and rest one soothing hour. Prophets and priests and kings have tuned the harp I faintly touch. Man receiveth as a cup, but wisdom is the river. Facts and comparisons, and meditative atoms, gathered on the heap of combination. Mingle in the fashion of my speech with gossamer dreams of Reverie. Struggle — Thou art better for the strife, and the very energy shall hearten thee. And remember thou that laborest, thy leisure is not loss if it help to expose and undermine that solid falsehood, the Material." "Impassioned verse can never be The product of the mind alone, A quickened soul must touch And tone the sentiment at liberty And give sensation imagery Before it is afflatus blown Into the realms of purity. The pyramids of silent thought By reason reared and logic wrought Invite the genius of the mind But those emotions which control The energies of heart and soul Engage all three of these combined." CONTENTS PAGE The Muses \^ On the Side i8 Synopsis of the Year 20 Nature 22 Maids of Honor 24 A Mountain Stream 25 The San Juan 27 To a Country Road 30 To a Landscape Greeting 32 Retrospect ZZ Nameless 35 One Deed 36 Nature's Brotherhood 37 To Wall Street Camp 38 Sugar Loaf 40 Maximus 39 Affianced 41 Experience on Deposit 42 Decline of Profession 43 Straw Men 44 Apropos 45 8 CONTENTS Sold Himself Ten Times 46 Elopement 47 Divorce 48 Exchange of Gleanings 49 Wishing on a Ring 49 May-Mazeppa 50 Thee and Me 51 A Romance 52 No Longer a Kid 54 The Bright Side. 55 Love 55 Love's Cipher Dispatch 56 Love Song 57 Love's Garden 58 The Law of Trade 61 A Denver Lady Notary 62 Adj ustment 6^ On the Train 64 Pike's Peak 65 Mountain Musings 66 Lady of the Lake 67 On Her Twelfth Birthday 69 Claim to be Twins 70 To , (After Vacation) » . 71 Comparisons 72 Answered 72 Choice or Favorite 7:^ Romarice. (From Fact) 74 CONTENTS 9 To on Ruby Wedding 75 In Memoriam 'j^ A Child's Epitaph yy Weight Five Pounds 78 All Complete 79 No Credit 80 ]Bird Love 81 Jealousy 82 Fashion 83 Take a Tumble 83 The Night Bird 84 Taxation Without Representation 85 The^SIeigh Ride 86 Modern Mining 87 To Whom it may Concern 88 At the Theater 89 Little Hattie 90 Graduation 91 A Picture 92 Under My Plate 93 Santa Clause 94 Spooks » 95 At Three 96 A Prophecy 97 Our Baby 98 Baby Is Gone 99 Welcome Death 100 Little Flora loi 10 CONTENTS A Mother's Dream 102 Waiting for Jessie 104 Oh, Say, "Isn't In It" 105 Climate and Health 106 Leadville 107 The Voice of Love 108 Canon City 109 Neatness no Superstitions in Will o' the Wisp 112 Madness 113 Curiosity 114 Meditations of Spring 114 Hotel Experience 115 Song and Dance .'' 116 From Fact 117 The Bicycle Buster 118 Broken Engagements 119 The Circus 120 The Bath 121 You're Another 122 The Bloomer Farm 123 What Are Legs for? •.•••125 Five Hundred Thousand 127 Pallida Moss 128 A Living Ladder 130 On to Tea 131 Contortionists 132 CONTENTS II The Slanderer 134 The Skeptic 135 Dashing Young Men 136 Charivari 137 On Jerry's Reform 138 Bessie Miller 139 On the Train 141 Christmas Tidings 144 Literature 145 The Pessimist 146 Poets' and Authors' Club 147 Light Reading 148 The Mills of the Gods 148 Time to Plant 149 Cecelia on a Birthday 150 The "Fellow" Across the Way 151 The Mystic Curve 154 A Vacuum 155 At the Sea Shore 156 Daisy Dell 157 The Swamp Angel 157 Ode to Friendship 158 Coquetry 159 Saw Indians 160 A Great Success 161 The Reverie 162 Where Lieth the Difference 163 Braggadocio 164 12 CONTENTS The Owl 164 Florence 165 Be Merciful 166 Pueblo 167 Who Succeed 168 Experience of a Game Warden 169 Hallucination 170 Prophetic Pie 171 To , With Compliments 172 Presence of Mind 173 Slaves to Form 174 Environment 175 A Merchant's Experience 176 At the Pie Counter 178 Fresh Pork 179 His Name Was Bill 180 Little Dog Prince 181 Menu 182 Sure Fire 183 The Mosquito 184 My Old Hat 185 Anti-Listlessness 186 To the Market 187 New Woman in Politics 189 Lines 190 The Latest Style 191 The Dance I93 April Fool 194 CONTENTS 13 Thanksgiving 195 A Strange True Story 196 Pseudo 198 To a Lazy Fellow 199 The Phonograph 200 My Creed 201 God — In Effect 202 Process 203 "I Like That" 204 A Gift Flower 205 Reconciled 206 Self Reliance 207 Service 208 Integrity 210 Be True 211 Invention 212 Distance ".213 How to Wait 214 Observations 215 Thankful 216 Eternal Fitness 217 Not Strangers 218 Why Ask I More? 219 Genius 220 To the Unseen 221 Phenomena 222 Who Live in a Star 223 Addio 223 CHIMES OF THE WEST THE MUSES. Sometimes, when a dainty poem Comes flitting across your mind, And you would fain express it When the phrase you fail to find. The muses tell thee what to say In their musical glad refrain As on some glad May-day There is sunshine after rain. O heaven-sent are the muses. To the children of the brain. Most blest who most inhabit Realms where the muses reign. l8 CHIMES OF THE WEST ON THE SIDE. No I would not be deprived Of the happiness I have Every day. It's a whole world of my own, Tho' it can't be set to tune All I say. Writing lines forever more That were never writ before That is me. While I do not say it all, Many hints are let to fall You will see. Here there between the lines, As they come to me betimes Right away. Some should be left out I know, It's the best that I can do Lack a day. Who can guide a parachute, , Push a pencil, who can toot In a horn? CHIMES OF THE WEST IQ Too, I think it wrong to write, When you're in the gloom of night All forlorn. Some, I take it, try to write, When too sober or too tight. Give them room. Then it is that what they say Often gives them dead away — Seals their doom. 20 CHIMES OF THE WEST SYNOPSIS OF THE YEAR. SPRING. Birds and flowers everywhere, Buds and butterflies, Diamond dewdrops, verdure fair. Domed bright blue skies. Crystal springs and babbling brooks 'Mongst the beckoning trees ; As if smiling, daisy looks, Kissed by April breeze. SUMMER. Sunshine seeking every nook. Penetrates the shadows ; Ripened fruits and hollyhock. Waving fields and meadows ; Clover-blossoms for the bees, And the drowsy kine ; 'Sweetly silent glens and leas In sultry summer time. CHIMES OF THE WEST AUTUMN. Now the harvest season's over, Comes the Autumn feast, Never-failing, bountiful, Blessing man and beast. Industry amply rewarded By the "All-Wise" unseen hand. Faithfully the yield is guarded And the fertile land. WINTER. Ha-ha ! She sleepeth ! Steal a kiss. Hurrah for beds and appetites They too are elements of bliss. The best of all by rights. All terra firma cased in snow, Frost on the window-pane, "Pronounced it good" and justly so. Hurrah ! The round begins again ! 22 CHIMES OF THE WEST NATURE. Nothing is great hut the inexhaust- ible wealth of Nature. She shows us only surfaces, hut is million fathoms deep. Were we to traverse the whole realm of Nature, nowhere would we find a more heautiful manifestation of God than we find in man, in soul and in mind and hody. — Emerson. Nature in the mountains, Up among the pines ; Nature in the valleys, Vieing with the vines; Nature in the tree tops. Tossing glad and free; Nature in the song birds, Voicing o'er with glee. Nature in the prairies. Spreading here and there; Nature in the carpets Of verdure sweet and fair; CHIMES OF THE WEST 23 Nature in the raindrops And the sparkling dew; Nature in the crystal springs Reflecting heaven's blue. Nature in the brooklet Babbling merrily-; Nature in the zephyrs Sweeping sweet and free; Nature in the sunbeams, Kissing all the flowers ; Nature in the blossoms, Welcoming the showers. Nature in the honey-bees And the butterflies ; In the happy children's Bright and beaming eyes ; Nature in the hidden nook Tripped by elfin feet; Nature — What a wonder-book, Nature all complete ! Nature vastly varied, Rarer and more rare; Earth and ether, frost and fire, And the limpid air. 24 CHIMES OF THE WEST Nature, where art thou not, Where thou art, no knowmg ! In every form and element Nature goes on, going. MAIDS OF HONOR. To the fair maids of honor bo gentle yet so severe, Hailing from every county. Regal in sterling character, Thou art, indeed, well chosen. Justice welling in each soul. Centered in thee, is beauty and truth, Best citizenship the goal. Significant of our dear state, Uphold and dignify her laws. Embodiment of highest worth, Ultimate of first Great Cause. Pride of our splendid institutions And of our homes respectively. Right royal is thy mission. Thrice welcome unto thee. And now the Festal's over, God's blessings on each one. Long may you live and prosper And do not forget the fun. CHIMES OF THE WEST 25 A MOUNTAIN STREAM. Rushing, plunging, tearing lunging; Nothing else so quick. Lashing, crashing, plashing, dashing ; Till the rocks are slick. Leaping, heaping, swifter sweeping Into silvery spray; Gliding, sliding, constant tiding O'er my boulder way. * Cold and soft, just from aloft, Deep perpetual snow ; Swish, swish, with my melody, Singing as I go. Surging, bounding, hills resounding; Ah there, stand aside ; Do not impede my furious speed. The trout are taking a ride. Now I'm smoother, calmer, clearer, Into actual quiet; 26 CHIMES OF THE WEST And now again at intervals Simply running riot. Who hath not seen me little knows The capers I can cut ; The schedule time on which I run Nor in the same old rut. A mirror to the wildest herd, Refreshing to the rarest bird; None say me nay as by the spring So joyfully I'm caroling. CHIMES OF THE WEST 2^ THE SAN JUAN. Sweet the pink and purple foliage, Sweet the dawn in the San Juan ! As the golden sun begins to tinge The crest of many mountains, That, like a wall, all around. Encircle the San Juan. The blue dome of heaven sitting over, Like a cup, entrancing and delighting, As you look out and up, from the San Juan ! Spreading carpets, waving grasses. Like one vast and open page ! Red and buff and purple tinge ! Willows with a yellow fringe ! Now is autumn on, in beautiful San Juan ! Rio Blanca, Rio Grande Rivers, bowed to ., By the silvery sage and cedars ; Spanned with mighty iron ribbons ; Steaming locomotives laden Speeding on and on ! in the great San Juan ! 28 CHIMES OF THE WEST Through the fields of waving flowers, And the herds of sheep and cattle, Wild and native, unmolested ; Fat and sleek and frolicsome ; In the wonderful San Juan. Homes and schools in thrifty towns, ' Farms and orchards there abound, Proclaiming superiority for San Juan ! At once a poem and a song — Rhymes to music, all along; Alamosa, Antonito,, Monte Vista, Del Norte, Habited by senora and senorita ; In splendid and superb San Juan. f Ouray, Durango, Silverton ; Indians, Whites, and Mexicans, Spanish, French and Texans, Who gave these romantic names? So interesting to hear in yon San Juan ! Solfinero, Espanola, La Jara, Conejos and Ignacio, Montezuma, Alta Vista, San Luis, Sangre de 'Cristo, Are all in the Snn t..^^ » CHIMES OF THE WEST 29 Chica, Blanca, Zapota, Huerfano, Manzanola, Cachetopa, Cotapaxi, Buelah, Grabiola, Mesa Verde, Archeluta, Riomancas, Riodelaspinas, Eureka, Vallicito, Ophir, Bocici, Rico, Uncompahgre, Pandora, Montelores, Quirica and Untoso, Rosita, Iris, Las Animas, Waunita, Vulcan and Aberdeen ; La Junta, Fredonia, Hecla, Siloam, Romana and Shawana. 30 CHIMES OF THE WEST TO A COUNTRY ROAD. Sweet and winding country road Coulds't thou but speak or sing; Tell all the story of past days, Give voice to all life's mysteries. Of all the joyous, all the sad — Of my impressions when a lad — From mirthful youth to middle age Each day a dark or sunny page. What goes to make the average life. Or phantoms, visions, worry, strife, Of aspirations, day by day — O, winding road, if you could say. Could you but tell the story o'er From early youth till life hath fled, Of all the joyous, all the sad — I fain thou knowest, very well — And have a fancy — thou couldst tell. CHIMES OF THE WEST 3I Another might a lesson learn That likest thou, life takes a turn From disappointments, mysteries. Sweet, winding road, of all thy days. Of all thy windings, all thy ways Recall in silent speech or song I long to know, I long — I long — "There is no end to the sky And the stars are everywhere And time is eternity And the here is over there; For the common need of the common day Are ringing bells of the far away." 32 CHIMES OF THE WEST TO A LANDSCAPE GREETING. Read down the lines, O wondrous scene Beginning wth the clouds; In this stillness — Nature's poetry, Who dare to read aloud? Enraptured as the scroll unfolds In eloquence sublime — Thy tranquil spirit pervades ail Thy whispering is divine. O heart of Nature, to the soul of man What more appeals to thee — Insistent is thy sweet command Aspire to utmost purity. CHIMES OF THE WEST 23 RETROSPECT. "I love thee, Nature, with thy fresh winds blow- ing, When melting ice half checks thy streamlets flow- ing, When buds are opening and the young grass growing. When spring is here. I love thee with thy fair hills crowned with flowers ; When time is sleeping through the fragrant hours, 'Neath drooping boughs of shaded slumbrous bowers, In summer time. I love thee better when the leaves are turning, The orchards bending and the maples burning When sheaves are garnered and when man is learning Thy beauty free. 34 CHIMES OF THE WEST I love thee best when feathery flakes are flying The earth's hard Hnes in white concealment lying Thus hide the year's mistakes, for he is dying, 'Neath maiden snows." CHIMES OF THE WEST 35 NAMELESS. Ere the foot of man had touched the heather ; Ere the sons of man had lisp'd in childhood ; Ere a single heart had throb'd to love them, Bloomed the flowers — all nameless. Bloomed and faded where no eye beheld them Ere a single heart had throbbed to love them, So some life may live and fade and perish, Living with no loving heart to cherish. Hark ; I hear a brooklet ringing — ringing Through an unknown woodland, singing — singing ; Rippling on its way by vale and mountain, Where no tongue may taste its cooling fountain ; Rippling, till the wint'ry frosts have hushed it ; Sealed and thralled it in an ice-bound casket. Rippling till the North wind — down its Pathway dying — fall the leaves — all Nameless. S6 CHIMES OF THE WEST ONE DEED. Cail'st ihou catch a fleeting zephyr, Bind the fragrance of a rose, Trace the dew drop in its bosom Whence it came or whither goes. Can'st thou follow up the streamlet, Hurrying on its pebbly way, Or one ray of golden sunlight, Through the Universe of day. Can'st thou know the grand fruition Of a single generous deed? Nay ! 'tis infinite in vastness, God alone the extent can read. CHIMES OF THE W E S.T 37 NATURE'S BROTHERHOOD. The ways of men may grow apart, But they never can lose each other. Envy may strike with poison tooth, But man unto man, must be brother. Some common sev'rance, grand and deep Brings the lesson on soon or later One pulse-throb wide as oceans-tide, One love, one law. One Creator. 'Till stricken by some blinding grief, We weep apart — until, even the Sea In vapor gathers all mans tears ; To return in clouds of charity. 38 CHIMES OF THE WEST rO WALL STREET CAMP. Beautiful Wall Street Camp, in thy rustic beauty. Just where the canons and the waters meet ; Where the rugged mountains of rocks and crags ascending, Are kissing each other at thy very feet; On the banks of Four Mile with its rushing waters Dashed into myriad spray almost as white as snow. Ever hastening onward with perpetual message. Telling to sea and river what we may never know. Sugar Loaf Peak in majesty is towering Like a mighty sentinel upward to the right, Sends the purest breezes as a lasting greetifig And guards securely through the darksome night ; Springs of crystal waters by the winding roadside Mountain peaks innumerable pointing to the sky, Bushes clothed in blossoms and the waving grasses, Each excels the other, pleasing to the eye; CHIMES OF THE WEST 39 Flowers of rarest beauty and the stately pine trees, Many are the song birds lending their good cheer, See on every feature works of the great artist, Feel and know and realize that God is ever near : Many happy children with bright and gladsome faces, Voices blending with the birds ring out on the air. Nature's sweetest music and her rarest beauty, Is the joyful presence of the children fair. Beautiful Wall Street Camp, be thou a great blessing. Forth from thy rich store, yield thy wealth of gold, Much of precious treasure heaving in thy bosom, Thou wilt yet be famous, the half has not been told. MAXIMUS. Some people are perfect (only in some ways), Some have many faults, so the Bible says, As long ago as in Shakespeare's time, There was more of badness than v/ould rhyme. There was one Venus that long ago, And now there are many, each Adonis must know 40 CHIMES OF THE WEST SUGAR LOAF. How thankful and delighted That on a certain day, I landed here in Sugar Loaf, Such a lovely place to stay. Right against the heart of nature. Up among the mountain peaks, Where the eloquence of beauty Is the language that she speaks. All about the stately pine trees Soughing, singing, tossing free, Courtesying to each other With the utmost dignity. And the crystal brooklet purling, Plashing, pulsing with the pine Seems to say, "I'm pleased to see you, And the day is very fine." There the golden sunshine pouring Into every nook a trace, Picturesqueness and perfectness ' On each feature every place, So suggesting and revealing That the Good God for a throne CHIMES OF THE WEST 4I Could not more opportunely Find a place upon the zone. I am thankful and delighted That with bee and butterfly, The song-birds and the flowers, Here to revel and to vie For the privilege and the pleasure Hearing nature's sweetest song. For the freedom and the solace Of this joyous happy throng; The squirrels and the chipmunks. The burros and the kine, On the sunny sloping hillsides. Thankful for this sort of time. AFFIANCED. "Who gains her heart will win a precious prize And fortunate be in every lover's eyes," Blooms there a rose, more bright or fair Than she to me, O fairest flower? A pure white rose, complete, full blown Than all more pure ;ill for my own A wealth of roses bright and fair And now I have this wealth to wear. CHIMES OF THE WEST EXPERIENCE ON DEPOSIT. Am one of that sort of fellows, j'oii know, As lives within my means, and pay as I go, Most keeps me on the ragged edge of despair To make and pay, for what I eat and wear. Have learned some things, and know them well, Which go to help make one fairly successful. Namely, how to pound sand, and blow hot soup. Go in when it rains, and to tell straight up. I can guess which way the water Vv'ill run. What the weather will be, when it is come. How to take the hint 'thout bein' knocked down, Know the biggest dead beat in the whole town. Know fellows so mean they won't answer letters. Who answer the fewer, the more they are debtors ; Know others who are just as nice as pie, Who don't have the right look in the eye. "Nuff experience on deposit, thus and so ; This is a partial list of what you must know To keep the wolf from the door, collectors too, How to do unto others, or they'll do you. CHIMES OF T H E W E S T 43 DECLINE OF PROEESSION. Lawyer in large city left on his last pins, Never man more witty, cases he gets he wins ; Here's just where the rub comes in, For his profession is overdone. Physician full of the finest points Prepares prescriptions for out of joints; Starvation knocking at his door. For of physicians there are many more, And here is where the rub comes in, The profession's badly overdone. College professor of texture fine, Toned enough for the foremost line, Turned down by district school remote, Skulking round in a threadbare coat, Here's wdiere the rub comes in. The profession is vastly overdone. Brace up, my friend, I here extend To you the utmost sympathy ; Don't jump over the bluff, for You still have enough (grit) To win in some other wav. CHIMES OF THE WEST STRAW MEN. Had dealings with a dozen men a day The half of whom would blow away If as light on the scales as scaly, Who never made a promise keep ; Thoroughly seared yet lose no sleep, Sadly there are many such as these As men "not in it" but to beat, and freeze. One's confidence in human kind The more you're around the more you find Men made of straw, who evade the law In so far as they may, each year to a day And do it systematically. Thrive like "the big fish" in the water, Preying on those they hadn't ought to Deceive and mislead by whatever means. Didn't know this? You "don't know beans When the bag "is wide open," may cost you dear * To find it out, unless you steer clear. AND SO. My "horny-handed sons of toil" Be on your guard, don't let them spoil CHIMES OF THE WEST 45 Your prospects for the future life Or "cut your heart out with a knife;" For some there are already say Corruption and dishonesty, Faithlessness and treachery, Claim a large majority of the Human family ; mark a period of decay Of all common decency, Won't have it any otlier way. Say honesty has had its day. That the whole train will go astray. If this be so, then lackaday; If as light on the scales, as scaley Then all the rest would blow away. APROPOS. Of all the store the choicest flower Yet cannot vie with thee. Submits in humble silence there Upon thy breast to be Excelled in beauty, and in form, In sweetness, grace and modesty. How fairest flower can think and speak, Impress, inspire in silence meek More eloquent than orator The language of the morning star. CHIMES OF THE W P. S T SOLD HIMSELF TEN TIMES. Once from an old time custom, Under form of the law of trade, Having purchased ten tons of hay, The empty wagon was weighed ; So much gross and net and tare Is the rule all over, everywhere. And unless a great ponniver. The "tare" includes the driver. Now the wife, being up in books Remarked, "I don't like his looks," It would cause no one any hurt Better watch, he might do you dirt." In ten full loads he hauled the hay, Always stayed on each load to weigh. It "was five a ton and want the pay," When I replied, "You'll have to stay, It is plain to see you belong to me, I have bought you time and again. And always go in a game to win. 'Tis a^ pity you didn't bring more ; You weigh but a hundred and thirty And have played me a trick so dirty CHIMES OF THE WEST 47 Since you make no contradiction, And truth is greater than fiction ; It's whatever I fail to see, That a little bird tells me." 'IVhcn courage fails, and faith burns lozu, And men are timid grozvn, Hold fast thy loyalty, and know That Truth still liveth on." ELOPEMENT. Have you ever been in love? Let lovers elope and live. "Old Man" refuses to give or take- The lovers will take or give. Tho' they fly to realms unknown, The old man don't know beans If he fails to see the point — The end justifies the means. For go they where they may, Love, cherish and protect Is the theory obtains today — In love it is cause and effect. 4S CHIMES OF THE WEST DIVORCE. The most binding chain Has of Hnks only two — The lad and the lassie Together. The laddy is me, And the lassie is you. Securely we're welded Together like glue, By the bonds of affection With love for each other Past all benediction. Pure love links^ well welded. Know no separation Nor cankering fetters, While together entwined. But alas ! in this chain 'Tis no n6w revelation That oftimes in breaking These links harshly bind. CHIMES OF THE WEST 49 EXCHANGE OF GLEANINGS. I love the flowers, indeed I do ; To the spirit and the letter. But seeing others love them too — Is something I love better. The sweets of earth in solitude Are sweet; but none the less, Shared with another's sympathy Serve even more to bless. I loye all that are good and true And love to have them love me too. Life's chiefest blessing— doing good There is no sweeter livelihood. WISHING ON A RING. A very, very happy life Worthy friend, none of strife Lots of sunshine to the end Is the greeting I would send. 50 CHIMES OF THE WEST MAY—MAZEPPA. It is thy wistful beaming eyes That speak the language of the skies, Th-at bind more tightly than earthly ties- Me unto thee; Express surprise? When I confess to a surmise Insistent love would fain disguise While Cupid coddles for a prize. The lofty peaks waft purest breeze ; The birds are happier in the trees ; All terra firma seems to take New life ; thy presence in the wake. Some sentiment, supremely sweet ; As sweetest music ; so complete, That chimes with robin and the lark, The golden sunset and the park. O'er landscape spreading like the sea . To border dome and canopy ; The evening star impresses me As fair, but no more fair than thee. CHIMES OF THE WEST 51 Thine eyes suggest so much, or more, Than all of other earthly store ; E'en the whole world, and else beside. I would forever here abide Lost in the charm of mystic curve Of roguish glance but wilful swerve Of hand withdrawn, more eloquent — Insists there is no slight consent. Ah, cruel fate ! ah ! heart of steel ! To crush my ardor and my zeal While Cupid pranks th'i tendrils start You make me victim of the smart Of "One should never wear one's heart Upon one's sleeve" — dost thou perceive? THEE AND ME. When a voice from the silence shall call to me, Aye in tones that lull me to dreamless sleep, When the passions of life which were all to me Have sunk to the depths of the voiceless deep ; When the pain of the passion I bore for thee Shall throb no more and my heart grows cold. When I wait in the shadows no more for thee. When I wait no more as in days of old, When we shall have met on the other shore. Will the "old time" affection revive once more ? ^2 CHIMES OF THE WEST A ROMANCE. With sonorous notes of every tone Mixed in confusion sweet the forest rings. My lady and her lover As a da}' in June did wane Were taking a long, long walk In a long and lonely lane. 'Twas a lovely day in June, The birds were all atune, To every thing that they would say The birds would trill a roundelay. While walking was not their station So very pleasant the conversation They had not thought to feel fatigue, Away from home almost a league, Promptly on their returning Mamma did enquire : "]\Iy daughter dear, You've walked so far, truly didn't You tire ?'' Answering : "Yes I did. Till Beau ideal tied my shoe ; Then I was rested ; now mamma, Wouldn't you?" "O. nonsense child. You're surely tired, if not CHIMES OF THE WEST 53 Why then, think 3'ou'd better go again." Oft' they did and longer tarried; (A little later, they were married.) Thus mothers help to make the match ; Girls are elected to sew and patch. Thus ended single life forlorn Another home to a Nation born. Sisters and brothers sing together, With the birds in the sunny weather : "And don't you eber doubt it, "For we knows all about it, "And we knows ebery fing ; "We hears our mamma sing." She says be careful what you say (She is 'fraid we dive her away) We really are too smart, So you see, we all agree, To every thing and shout And sing, and continue to sing With the birds, and baby brother. And very often mamma and papa Too walk along, join in the song Down the self same lane. That once seemed long. ( All sing) "We love fresh air, the birds and tree's We love the lull of the gentle breeze 54 CHIMES OF THE WEST That makes sweet music in the trees ; Through the deep thick shade Toward the clear blue sky To see the fleecy clouds go by; -^r„ i^._ ^^^^ i^ygy ^^^g^ ^j^^ flowers No family happier now than ours. NO LONGER A KID. I am no longer a kid, Have outgrown my kidlet ways, Yet always in for some fun, Think it's the thing and pays. If dignity means to be sedate So sober as never to smile I would rather prefer to wait, Not to dignify yet a while. Yes rather take chances, Sidetrack the shy glances Of such as profess overmuch ' Who grow prematurely old Not keeping the world in touch. CHIMES OF THE WEST 55 THE BRIGHT SIDE. Look on the bright side, again I insist, Vary thy steerage and banish the mist. Joy be thy compass, through night and by day ; "Laugh and grow fat" — glad-hearted and gay. Send out some greeting to all whom you meet ; Will make you more happy and steady your feet. Stand firmer my fellows, so downcast and sad, The sunshine is yours, rejoice and be glad. The twinkling stars, the brook and the tree The dew-drop and daisy so bright and ^o free ; Wherever thou art on land or on sea. The great heart of love, throbs ever for thee. LOVE. Love is the welding of hearts, where wishes join, The putting of self away for better coin. Love is an endless chain, with links all fast; If you take one link away — Love cannot last. CHIMES OF THE WEST LOVE'S CIPHER DISPATCH., "The stealing glance that wins its way To where the soul's affections lay." A little more "tin" to a Scotchman's tone Than Americans' I think ; The Irishman — who can talk on the rin Has seemingly twang of zinc. The Colored's, bears a mixture of mud Or is somewhat heavy, rather And no matter if dark as midnight You can tell the one from 'tother. The Italian and John Chinaman, Speak forth with a lighter flow And to help explain their meaning Their motions they make — "just so" — The German's a. sturdy fellow Who studies his brogue to break If he wants you to understand him He tries his best to make. CHIMES OF THE WEST 57 And then there's another language, Known as the "woman's tongue," Who has not heard one talk a streak Don't know the general run. There's the broken and unbroken All alike they have their crosses But no language written or spoken Like "glance" twixt lads and lasses. No matter what nationality- No matter how dark the night ; Love's cipher dispatch is What makes the matches that Strike till they turn down the light. LOVE SONG. My love is all the world to me. North, South, o'er land or sea Or East or West my Love is best, Or West or East, a constant feast, My love is all the world to me. Or be he on the land or sea Of all that therein is More than them all to me. Were it not for love, else could not be. Then come to me, come to me dearest I am waiting and watching for thee. 58 CHIMES OF THE ^VEST LOVE'S GARDEN. Love's garden is where affection Is the medium of exchange ; Where wishes make the connection By fond looks fairest range. Fragrant and fair love's garden None can thy secrets know — How Cupid prowls for prizes Nor how thy tendrils grow. Till once within thy borders On entering do find How like the ivy to the oak Love's garden's tendrils bind. The fruitage of love's garden, That rarer and more rare Heart throbs unfold to blossoms For yield surpassing fair. The elfins of love's garden From diamond dew-drops sip CHIMES OF THE WEST 59 And revel in beds of roses Tippling from honied lips. Where passions play responsive ; Where hearts eclipse the head ; Where eloquence of glances, Where no words need be said. Love's garden hath fairer flowers Her roses are more fair That charm through passing hours And lend their presence rare. Love's garden hath her springtime, The bloom of love for poet's rhyme, The fragrant breath of zephyrs ; The budding in her prime. For summer sky — the deep blue eye ; For autumn — eyes of brown ; For virgin snow — a throat I know ; For winter — casual frown. Love's garden hath rarer roses Than bush or bud hath borne ; And ere "My Love" proposes The trysting place foresworn. 60 CHIMES OF THE WEST The fruitage of love's garden For cherry and peach and pear, Heart-throbs unfold the blossoms, The Elfins revel there. Elfins of love's sweet garden Where bees from dew-drops sip. And frolic among the lilies That zephyrs gently tip. It is within love's garden Where tiniest tendrils grow, Till twining hearts together The weldings ever glow. Garden of Love, where settles Fond kisses on fervored lips ; Pink finger-tips for petals, Pet phrases pass for tips. Garden where modest blushes, Deep dimples, loving eyes ; Maiden, O beauty marvel, A new and glad surprise. To find the fullest favor, To know thy inmost art ; Entrancing loved and lover, Responsive heart to heart. CHIMES OF THE WEST 6l Love's garden therefore hath her glory ; All elements are in the story : For showers, are tears ; For storms, are fears ; Through the years of joy or sorrow — God's blessing on thee each to-morrow. THE LAW OF TRADE. Some have a conscience, some have none. Some live in a teot and feel at home, Some have no home and rove about Above reproach ; I have found this out. borne think all night what to do next day. How to "make a stake" and get away. And afterward live in pomp and style. With conscience smitten all the while. Mistaking each bush for an officer. Whose badge or star may to them refer. While often seemingly industrious Are sometimes refugees from justice. If I were a Gentile or even a Jew, With the tactful insight found in you, Might own a bank in a single day, It is just as well it is not that way. 62 CHIMES OF THE WEST A DENVER LADY NOTARY. Behold, the Goddess of Liberty Not more dignified than she, Strictly modern lady notary First ever known to history. (Enter applicant for pension.) Hold up your hand, sir, and be sworn ; Said she, with a sort of semi frown, "The color of your hair, and eyes?" With tone of voice, that gave surprise, Not perfectly sound, and how do you feel? And gracefully annexed her seal. Tho' he was brave hearted comrade With honorable discharge. Bore the scars of many battles Was an officer at large : Had ne'er before surrendered, No, neither heart nor hand. So commanding was her manner That he was at her command ; (Prepared his papers with intention And is "private" partner to the pension.) (Sequel). CHIMES OF THE WEST 6^ Now, he's no longer bachelor, And she is ex-Miss Notary, He holds the baby — as a Seal — While she administers the meal. ADJUSTMENT. Born within a shell that is subject unto breakage, Individual responsibilities and cares galore. Selfishness and uncertainty like some fragile package. Reform, what's under thine own hat thoroughly before. ^ You ever do insist that the world is growing worse Else it may be ; with faith, hope and love to fortify, Most pitiful to see how little these avail thee. They suffer most who quite forego instead of ever try. Each day be given less to faults and feignings To know and be the truth, be this thy chief desire. Attaining non-resistance yields most important gainings. Truly there is nothing, that excelleth character. 64 CHIMES OF THE WEST ON THE TRAIN. Gliding along, perfect comfort and ease, Speeding through space, smooth as the breeze. By secret of simple system of steam ; The work of some genius, a fairy-like dream. Wheatfields and meadows, so vivid appear And now they are gone, scarce time to refer. The cattle and horses, in drowsy recline. Disturbed for the instant, form in a line. The picturesque ricks, abundant the yield; The orchards of fruits, the far-reaching field. Broad acres entrance, perfecting the scene. The sunshine, the songbirds, the groves that be- tween The children are joyous, the grown are spell- bound ; And we wave them in passing, glad tidings re- sound. CHIMES OF THE WEST 6$ PIKE'S PEAK. Had I been with you in the snow To see you get so soaking wet; I might have made a verse, or so, And surely think I would — may yet. In August on the highest peak "Affinities" no word can speak No summer month is half so warm As is affection's mutual charm. Drawn to each other, lasting chords ; No frost can freeze, no need for words ; The look far-reaching, deeper far From those fond eyes — than peak from star Alas ! I envy him his court — Am jealous of the precious prize. I too, am won ; enamoured quite By mystic glance from lovely eyes. 66 CHIMES OF THE WEST MOUNTAIN MUSINGS. If variest daintiest chirp Of tiniest little bird So near confirms the truth Of the "unspoken word." Thy voice so strangely sweet Melodious and complete ; Wafted on the morning air Proves that God is everywhere. Perfectness of the slender petal ; Leaf and flower so uniform. Sound and color sweetly blending, Life of love, whose portals charm. Throughout all of time extending Merging into beauty rare Sacred musings serve the moment In memory the, soul of prayer. CHIMES OF THE WEST 67 LADY OF THE LAKE. I have for a friend, one C. M. C, Who lives by a beautiful willow tree, On the banks of a sparkling lake : Where fishes and fowls their pleasure take, In guessing the shadows from over the meadow, By sun or moon, through the willow tree Of the lady love of my C. M. C, As to and fro is gracefully past Her lovely form on the water cast From the willow bough a grapevine swing ; From whence so often is heard to sing. In sweetest tones, like an angel voice, Some song of love to her mated choice. (Sings:) Oh, the golden willow the vines for swings. In my perfect boat I am taking note Of my lovely pets, the fowls and fishes, As they glide and float and guess my wishes. As I glance from them, out over the meadow, Where the peaceful kine in the painted clover Their perfect pleasure take, and ever 68 CHIMES OF THE WEST And anon, I study and think and plan How better to work in the golden traces With my own — true love — my perfect man. Do what I can to smoothe rough places, To soften the pillow with sweet content, So sweet as the clovers perfume sent; From o'er the banks of the beautiful lake That he may as perfect pleasure take. As the fowls and fishes, and gentle kine Nor ever feel the weight of time. And time touch lightly upon his brow, For I'm his sweetheart, I'm his frau. O, come with me dear to my grapevine swing, And sit very near while I sweetly sing In close commune, with the fowls and fishes. To win their affections, they share my wishes. I'll borrow from them, their mild content. And convey it to thee, as heaven sent. Then come with me dear to my lovely swing And sit very near, while I sweetly sing : It is very safe, have ye no fear — Share with me your love — I will share your care. CHIMES OF THE WEST 69 ON HER TWELFTH BIRTHDAY. (By request of Mamma.) Blossom, dear Blossom, whose sprightly expression Thus promptly to prompt the poetical vein, When "sweet sixteen" gallants will be guessing How best to pursue thy love's mystic train. That love is a mystery, some have accepted. That many a "suitor"may yet be rejected; That flirting and foppery, too, are professions That "trigger" is sprung by sprightly expressions ; That beauty and goodness are not always con- nected ; That many a cast-off is most sadly dejected ; That wreckages strewn like dead leaves on the way That hearts may be broken by what you may say. The unspoken word the look or the action, The "sheep's glance" enough to give satisfaction. The presents that follow expressive of joy, The hearts that are tossed about as' a toy, The broken and bleeding, O, bear you in mind, /O CHIMES OF THE WEST The things that betoken what you will find. You take chances, the fates will determine Who may be your mate, or Gentile or German However exacting, or the most common scrub, For Love is mysterious, and here is the rub; Then beware of the wiley, don't you barter away ; Heart strings have been broken by some foppish Jay. Good-looking and dressy, so shapely and all, Remember Old Adam took part in the fall. That Adonis and Venus, and by Jupiter, To mix-ups that happen you simply refer Love is blind as a bat — an honest confession — Due largely, perhaps, to the sprightly expression. CLAIM TO BE TWINS. Little maidens, blue eyes and brown, Claim to be twins, in "mighty big" town. Equally saucy, and full of mischief, Each other's company, perfect relief, Equal in many things, different in few. One has brown eyes, the other has blue ; One is a brunette, the other a blonde, And each of the other so equally fond. In many respects they are "twins" indeed ; Certain others, "Take the will for the deed." CHIMES OF THE WEST 7I rO , (AFTER VACATION.) Am glad you returned to the City, Hope you are here to stay, As an editor, wise and witty, Forever, and for a day. I am also glad to know You are still in statu-quo, So happy, busy and sunny, And making a little money. The gleaming intelligence of your face, The goodly share of womanly grace You carry with you every day, The always knowing, what to say. In keeping "tab" on matters current, Acquired fitness, and inherent. CHIMES OF THE WEST COMPARISONS. The genial face and the agile step Are the face and the step for me. Most likely win "nine out of ten" More than "two best out of three." The beaming eye on passing by, Light hearted, glad and free. Are pleasing and inspiring — Worth living long to see. 'Tho "comparisons are odious" One may frankly — must admit — The sluggish one, to look upon By contrast, "isn't in it." ANSWERED. A little bird once came to me And sang a song so merrily. "Whoever sent you here," said I. "The spirit of love," was the reply. The answer wafted in sweetest song Or love, or spirit, was cherished long. CHIMES OF THE WEST 7Z CHOICE OR FAVORITE. It is, indeed, a difficult task To determine one's favorite flower, Or violet, or lily, or rose. Who knows ? Who knows ? There are so many from which to select Change one's mind, cause to reflect For an hour, as to one's favorite flower. In Literature, or prose, or verse. One's favorite is (who knows?) or worse, Since really so many are ever so clever Try naming a choice, impossible ever — Or whether of fact or of fiction, It is true, make no contradiction. Is it so of the human family? We have our favorites you and me. So well we love "some persons" best, But little is left for all thp rest. 74 CHIMES OF THE WEST ROMANCE. (From Fact.) Now here is a beautiful tree, Have guarded it from a sprout, Do spare it, kind sir, for me While clearing the others out. Am fond of the "grand old" trees — Leave this one, if you please. Under it's branches I first met, Loved and wooed as lovely maid As ever walked the sod, sir; Deprive us not of its shade. All these long, long years it Has stood each succeeding storm, And now it marks the sacred mound Of wife. Mother.. Refrain from harm. CHIMES OF THE WEST 75 TO ON RUBY WEDDING. "Harry" and ''Dolly" and "Dolly" and "Harry' Long, long years ago decided to marry. And marry they did on a certain day — Third of October the calendars say. Sweethearts all this time and more, As greatly determined as ever before To win and hold each others affection At whatever cost, and in this connection ; Exchange of gleanings, reading together ; Sunny, however stormy the weather, Harmonious, blending the two in one More substantial than the usual run. Till days of doubts and fear are gone Of guessing and uncertainty, They hail with joy the gladsome dawn Thirty-five years since wedding day. Then here's to me heart and to me hand. The Dooleys are dandies — Bohemians — and So generous to a fault I find. Shall thusly ever bear them in mind. 76 CHIMES OF THE WEST IN MEMORIAM. Thou lily of the valley, Blooming in beauty rare, Fulfilling a sweet mission. 'Twas God who placed thee there. Growing in all pertection. Not caring to be seen, Seckmg remote seclusion So modest and serene. Scarce had thy flower unfolded. Superbly full and fair, A cruel hand hath crushed thee Ruthless and unaware. 'Tis simply a transplanting, Thy yield will be more bright ; Beautiful and eternal, Clothed in celestial light. "Then I think of one who in Her youthful beauty died, CHIMES OF THE WEST 11 The fair, meek blossom that grew up And faded by my side. In the cold moist earth we laid her When the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely Should have a life so brief. Yet not unmeet it was that one Like that dear young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, Should perish with the flowers." A CHILD'S EPllAFH. By winding road in Fairmount Is seen a little mound ; "Papa's Chum Gone," On simple headstone found. To many eyes it brings the tears. As to a broken heart refers. Known by all who pass that way. And Papa has their sympathy. The little fellow had made himself useful leading the blind father. 78 CHIMES OF THE WEST WEIGHED FIVE POUNDS. Speaking of turkey reminds me Ten days before Thanksgiving Our minds were bent on living As well as on any day before, Have as many good things, or more. Then it was our darling boy With pocket-book and greatest joy Was started out to look about, Nothing more nor less than that To find a gobbler that was fat. It was early in the morning And soon it was that he Saw a rare looking specimen On a lone and spreading tree That the turkeys were adorning; Then it was that he did mention To the farmer his intention Taking home a turkey living. After- honest money giving. Plucked a fine one from the roost, On the "all right" scales did boost. "Ah ! Fine and fat it is," he says, CHIMES OF THE WEST 79 "Fifteen pounds is what it weighs." Although it was a healthy bird Of such a head whoever heard, For after those ten days well fed Weighed but ten pounds without the head. ALL COMPLETE. A little cluster, trash and straw. All neatly finished and round, A little pair of birdies Nesting upon the ground With no sort of a shelter, Perchance a little weed. God cares for the tiny creatures, It is wonderful, indeed. However delicate and small "Nor doth a single sparrow fail." A little nest of speckled eggs. Two birdies — man and wife — Are never known to disagree. Surely there is no strife. A little nest of birdies. Brown and pretty and sweet, List to their gentle cooing, What could be more complete. 80 CHIMES OF THE WEST NO CREDIT. I had a fellow for a friend With all the faculty, Of make believe, who would pretend I was the only. Once on a time when busted He asked me for a lift, I loaned him ten, mistrusted — As well have been a gift. At first I rather prized him But caught him in a lie, And later realized him Dead head of deepest dye. Could that ten tell the story Of how my pockets leak, But then it can't, begory, It is to others Greek. But little thanks for being poor, 'Sin to let others beat you, 'Aint goin' to do it any more. Till someone proves untrue. CHIMES OF T II E W E S T BIRD LOVE. "Ever, my son, be thou like the dove, In friendship as faithful As constant in love." Not infrequently I see the birdies kiss, Indeed they do, often as any lovers. In bird life, there is unbounded bliss. So much not hidden under covers. No carefully drawn curtain When sweetest song is sung (Like courtings mostly done) Is the birds' unbounded happiness Kept in seclusion from the world. If such gay plumage and sweet song Are meant for one, and only one. They are by more seen and enjoyed. Not sweetest song by some dim light But rather at the dawn of day. Is this not right? And no monopoly. ,0n rising sun and blushing East No maiden's crimson cheek For kisses vainly wished. Oh, for the joy of birds 82 CHIMES OF THE WEST 'Mongst humans introduced, And live wings for plumage Instead thereof of dead. Birds love by living action, No empty word is said. JEALOUSY. A beautiful bride on a bright sunny day Was bathing in a branch when, sad to say, By some ill fate or dire mischance She lost her ring of shining gold In the water deep, as I am told. Screamed for the giver, "Husband, dear," Who said, "It is gone forever, I fear. It may turn up is my hope and wish." Was afterward found inside of a fish At a restaurant on the table. How verily romance or fable A thing so unusually rare — It was placed on the bill of fare; And so greatly effected a sort of dude That he called it bologna, a thing so rude The bride made a break at the fellow's head. A terrible scrap, they were taken out dead. When on being buried in a single grave The groom was jealous, and started to rave. CHIMES OF THE WEST 83 FASHION. There are black birds with red wings, And red birds with black wings Soon to have no wings at all. There are blondes and brunettes With wings on their hats — Was it Eve induced Adam to tall ? Only think of the flood Of the poor birds' life blood That hath flown just alone For the thoughtless and vain, With the birds, blood is blood, Life is dear as to you ; From so brutal fashion refrain. TAKE A TUMBLE. A Tumble weed in fairy land Came tumbling into a brownie band. All went on board the lovely train, Enjoyed a spin in the dashing rain. Most jolly crew, as all agreed. Taking a ride on a tumble weed. 84 CHIMES OF THE WEST THE NIGHT BHW. I have one little bird That sings in the night, Whose happiness voices over Long before daylight. Takes his rest between times, Makes merry while he may. Sings because he has to, From what I hear him say : "To-whit, to-whit, to-whir-r-r." Is not a very pretty bird A most modest little thing Shies to the utmost pinnacle : Then makes the welkin ring : "To-whit, to-whit, to-whir-r-r." Wish all might hear him sing. CHIMES O F T 11 E \V E S T TAXATION WITHOUT REPRESENTA- TION. In the silent watches of the night, A sight came o'er me that was a sight. The "people" ask Congress for a monument And with it alone would be content. Like Cleopatra or the obelisk And fully satisfied with this. A tribute to labor inscribed thereon In plainest English following form, "To labor we owe, our very existence," Signed by all the congressmen With the greatest resistance. Majestically towering toward the sky. Constructed of something of value high, Say, for instance, the silver bullion, And issue a hundred and fifty million With four per cent on posterity. Heritage of lasting drudgery. And then a tombstone to stand thereby ^ With simple inscription to catch the eye 86 CHIMES OF THE WEST In memory, O the congressmen of a nation. Who gave more tax than representation. Hand the rascals down to history In their proper light ; Preserve them to posterity, Perfect parasite THE SLEIGH RIDE. The snow, the snow, the beautiful snow, I observe it still fastly falling. And sleighing is perfect, immense ; For a drive I am quite in suspense. For O the beautiful snow That makes a sleigh go, Light hearts sprightly beat, Is still fastly falling On house top and street. All this being so, will you please Let me know just when we can go How for instance to-night? The moon will shine bright And though our ears tingle We'll hear the bells jingle. CHIMES OF THE WEST 87 MODERN MINING. Mines and electricity So great in their import, Working on the skirmish line, Aforetime, held the fort; What the future hath in store Mining easier and more. Not to be determined yet, Ripe for it, the time is set ; Strictly up against each other — Have you not seen the smoke? So much less need of muscle, Tell you, it is no joke. Less money out, more to make. Mining is to take the cake. No more hammer, no more drills. Melt the ore and make it run Like they do at the mills. And catch the molten stufif In iron trains, do enough To make up for lost time, When mining's reached its prime. A field that is so very great Can scarcely have an ultimate. In many things, electricity Is doing all that needs to be. CHIMES OF THE WEST TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN. Halt you now on your downward career ; Face about. Acquired depravity's the unpardonable sin There is little doubt. To whisky, tobacco, profanity your about Half gone; And, too, along the downward career You're far from being alone. How many wrecks there are by the way, By the way how many a wreck. Good character's sterling currency Till its opposite taketh effect. That great big I of selfishness Is very certainly God Careth little for other's feelings And scarcely common clod. Vascillating. impetuous, irascible. And other such things as these, It is next thing to impossible For others ever to please. CHIMES OF THE WEST 89 Oh God have mercy on the inhuman race ; That He will I hope and expect; For a better breed there's plenty of space, — Its a matter of cause and effect. AT THE THEATER. (Whispered to escort:) M it don't offend your lady friend Have her remove that hat — Spoils the effect, you may expect. Please to remove that hat ; Feathers high twixt stage and I, bight me to remove that hat ; I'd rather die than sit and try — O, say, I am tired of that ; May be sagacious, but audacious If she don't remove that hat — Do not expect me to get the effect Anything short of that. Have only seen twixt feathers green- O, thank you, ma'am, for that. What helps me to see the fun Is also good for the general run, So glad you removed that hat. 90 CHIMES OF THE WEST LITTLE HAT TIE. A certain little girl I knew Bathed her raven locks with dew, Arranged them at the rain-barrel Fairly well, precise and true. Hast'ning thither to the garden, Longed to dwell among the flowers, The "ideal' to her was real, Daily ling'ring there for hours. Drinking from the fount of Nature Mirrored in the crystal stream, Birds and bees were her companions, Their sweet philosophy to glean. Thus she grew to high attainments The most gentle and refined ; The inoffensive and defenseless She did defend, exceeding kind. And thus so well associated In her plastic tender years CHIMES OF THE WEST QI Feels it keenly evil-fated Children prisoners kept indoors. "Dingy, dirty halls and stairways ; Stunted, starved, in trucky towns. Cities suitable for children? Scarcely more than see the ground." Thousands of our dainty tendrills, Slightly more than half alive. Most pitiful, sallow, slender, of Sun and out-door life deprived. Get them out into the country, Give the little ones a show ; Purer air for brain and muscle, Let them have a chance to. grow. GRADUATION. As now we see in these roses, Completeness of growth is ended, May growth of completeness in you Thus begun, be forever extended. May thy life be pure and complete As these flowers at thy feet. Each day better than the last, Blessings ever thus to cast. 92 CHIMES OF THE WEST A PICTURE. He took the children while at play, The afternoon of an April day. They did not know that this was done- Were taken by surprise at home. It was a very pretty thing. It seemeth one can hear them sing. He even caught their very laugh, So true to life the photograph. # A little group of happy faces. And many other pleasant traces — Porch and playthings — all are in A mirthful group, unknown to sin. Heart and life so glad and free, Without the slightest mystery. Most they know is laugh and song. Scarce have even heard of wrong. CHIMES OF THE WEST 93 Father, may they be kept as pure, Unknown to sin forevermore ; The ten commandments all obey, Keep growing better every day. UNQER MY PLATE. 'Could I of lovelier mansion he possessed Than in their hearts to dmell a welcome guest?" "Mamma and baby leave a kiss For papa, and a share of bliss. Find hot things in the oven For your dinner loven. When we go out to call You see you get them all. In this you are the winner When we're away to dinner." This was found. I looked around. No mamma and no baby. "Home tonight," 'spose it's all right, They've gone to visit maybe. Although it's lonesome, they will come For sure without them it is not home. Plenty to eat and dainty dishes. Love and kisses and best wishes, Papa found the latter best To help to make the meal digest. 94 CHIMES OF THE WEST SANTA CLAUS. He brought baby the biggest doll About, m all of Denver ; Almost half as tall as she, Not less than half as slender; Dark brown eyes and rosy cheeks. Looks so bright as if she speaks. All sought her' to befriend her. One a brunette, the other a blonde. Have become fast friends, very fond Of each other, and I am told Are chummy and correspond. When cither's away an hour or day ; Nor ever short on something to say 'Bout Santa Claus, and other things, How blessed Christmas always brings Some new and glad surprise — Why it is that some disguise Makes this world a fairy land And children part of Brownies' band, Till now it is they realize And understand, and estimate Something very good and great CHIMES OF THE WEST 95 Takes place every Christmas date As well as Eighteen Ninety Eight. Thus understood, they then resign To await for Christmas Ninety Nine As one more link in the fairy chain, Fall asleep in the sweet refrain. SPOOKS. I have heard strange things of "Spooks," As yet have never seen them. Have seen strange things, and real. Of structure strangely slim. To speak of "Spooks" it makes me feel That if a skeleton should reel Right in upon me with a squeal. Proverbial dry bones — no meat — How my last vestige of conceit — ^ "^ "^ ^ v^ yfi Are you to be a skeleton? Mayhap a "Spook;" if so, v^'y then. Of the reality in fiction Opposing "Spooks" creates a friction. (Note — Thirteen lines composed on Friday the 13th.) 96 CHIMES OF THE WEST AT THREE. I does des lots of fings However smart or otherwise, Of which I neber mention, Sometimes spring a question Dat dibs 'em quite surprise. Den I pays no attention, They fink Fs bery wise From all I hear and see. 'Tis what I do not know A little bird tells me. Some day I'll be big as sister, She is ten years old. And den if fings don't suit me I will right up and scold. Now if I even start to frown Mamma and sister call me down. Big folks havp a monopoly. Some day I will have my way. I will be big and have a beau, Just like other folks I know. CHIMES OF THE WEST 97 A PROPHEL Y. Sweet little maiden that I know, Lottie Collie, as names do go, With pearly teeth as white as snow, Complexion pinkish, all aglow ; Eyes that sparkle, curls that grow, Sweet little maiden that I know. Rosy cheeks and dimpled chin. Too much laughter to grow thin ; Full of mischief, free from folly. Sweet little maiden, Lottie Collie. Fond of music, birds and flowers. Strokes her kitty hours and hours ; Horses are pets to her, and such Gladly receive her tender touch ; Takes good care of "Little Doiiy," Sweet little maiden, Lottie Collie. Now, after a dozen years gone by. So short to her, she's going to try To grow more beautiful, pure and sweet, Sweet little maid I chanced to meet. g8 CHIMES OF THE WEST OUR BABY. "All kin' o' smiley roun' the lips, An' teary roun' the lashes." Darling blue-eyed, laughing baby, With rosy dimpled cheeks. What else is half so cunning As baby when she speaks. Tries to say most ebery fing, Tries to make her dolly sing ; Tries to bother papa When he wants to write. He can scarce resist her, With face and eyes so bright, Yet he sometimes puts her out, Then there's sure to be a pout. Mamma smiles at ways so simple. Baby laughs and deeper dimple Comes in rosy cheeks — a wimple . Only two years old, Older hearts may hold. CHIMES OF THE WEST 99 BABY IS GONE. Now she is sleeping with the quiet dead, The cherished one, Cut off in health, the short life fled In verdant bloom. Fair, happy, bright, in beauty clad, Now gone to rest. Well may Old Mother Earth be glad. Can it be best? Our hearts are swelling, bursting now And crushed to bleed. O, how we mourn our little darlings. Life forever fled. Her playthings scattered on the floor While she is gone And will be seen with them no more, Dear little one ! The lovely walks among the trees Are silent now That the cold death dew has gathered On her brow. rLofc/ 100 CHIMES OF THE WEST The sweet and golden ringlet curls Upon her head Do deck the darkness of the colnn. Of the dead. Tenderly now we bury her beneath The tree she loved, Close by the very path and flowers Where oft she roved. The branches of the beauteous fir tree Still will wave In lone and solemn stillness, hereafter O'er her grave. Good-by dear, gentle, lovely, little one, 'Tis hard to sever The sacred bonds of love, and bid Good-by, forever. WELCOME DEATH. The night bird calls me now again ; I welcome death ; list the refrain : "Late, late, so late; come in, come in." Much that was promised, I could not do, But now am called and I must go. "Come in, come in ; late, late, so late." CHIMES OF THE WEST lOI LITTLE FLORA. TO THE BEREAVED PARENTS. "Life's moments seem like clustered stones, The happy shine in brightest tears. And then to make them brighter still The sad, between the diamonds fill Their space with gloom." There is music in a step. There is sunshine in a face. There is beauty in a growth That science cannot trace. Recollections, Oh how sweet ! Of the sound of little feet Tripping lightly on the fioor (We shall hear them now no more). So great blessing in this life Can another realize — God in heaven Thy will be done. Do thou safely guard our prize. 102 CHIMES OF THE WEST A MOTHER'S DREAM. I saw a child in the muddy street Let fall a tear as it stopped to greet A haughty man with a plea for bread. 'Twas a faint appeal, but the stranger said : "My child, your grief is dire and deep, But mine is so wild, I cannot weep." Is it all in a dream? My pulse throbs slow — My heart is chilled and the fire burns low. I walked in a garden, a garden fair ; I gathered the sweetest flower there — • Is it so? I made it a bower, it lighted the room ; I loved it, my heart forgot all its gloom And the moments passed like a fair spring day With its singing birds, when the flowers of May Bud and bloom. Does Time keep a book? Let him turn to the line Where my flower bloomed, a flower divine. CHIMES OF THE WEST IO3 Says the book of Time, and it comes from above, To bring only one message, the message of love — Love divine. My message — no, not for me alone. For the world is wide and the great unknown Has a care over all in his love for me — I am only taught what the world may see But not own. For the love of my babe as it laughed on my breast Binds the earth to the sky and the east to west ; Binds the bird to its nest and the land to the sea, And my children who live binds them closer to me Heaven blest. Time close up the book, though your stay is brief. In the love of my God must these tears find relief. 104 . CHIMES OF THE WEST WAITING FOR JESSIE. Jessie, dear Jessie, on the Capitol steps, I'm waiting for thee this glorious morn. Nature is teeming with verdure and beauty. The mountains loom up, the city adorn. A scene such as this suggestive of heaven, Surpassingly fair, how the blendings excel, Landscape spreading forth, the steeples point sky- ward Proclaiming conditions that words cannot tell. Fair Denver is nestling luxuriant in valley. The Cherry and Platte are wending their way; The song birds put forth their happiest chorus,. The American flag waves most gloriously. Now you suggest I'm inclined to be clanish. May this superb view inspire you betimes And bear you in mind, the muses all vanished When you did appear, dispelling my rhymes. CHIMES OF THE WEST IO5 'OH, SAY, 'ISN'T IN IT.' " Come off the dump, Any old thing, You'll have to hurry, That's got the ring. She is a Lulu Shootin' the shoots, Pretty as a speckled pup, You bet your boots. StucK on your shape ; Well, I like that, Felt like thirty cents — Where'd you get that hat? Wouldn't that jar you? Well, I should smile ; Get there all the same, Arter a while. How do you stack up ? Well, I guess yes, I06 CHIMES OF THE WEST VVho's adoin' this And Good-by, Sis. Get a hump on yourself And bug house begory, "You'll have to show me" Another — dictionary. CLIMATE AND HEALTH. I came to Colorado A skeleton walking ghost, And Oh, what music it v/as to me To hear others of health to boast : "I gained ten pounds the first three months, Next twelve months twenty more." My medicine "got left" on the shelf, A "thing of the past" drug store. And now I enjoy good health again Like many another with only one lung. "The sky was clear, The air pure and bracing. Dry and light. It was a soothing experience Inhaling health." CHIMES OF THE WEST IO7 LEADVILLE. Historic "City of the Clouds," Gold excels and snow enshrouds ; Almost two miles above sea level, Where it snows to beat the devil, Yellow stuff is stored, — so much Men most go wild to be in k)uch. Don't stop for weather or anything, Drills and picks make the welkin ring, Smoke stacks and smelters by the acre, No place more favored of the Maker. Where faithful prospectors had roamed, Some scores of miles are honeycombed. Shafts and tunnels everywhere, Who fail "its neither here nor there," For lab'ring hard year after year Goes bravely on and never fear Mining underground or over; (Who makes a "strike" is in the clover.) Some lease and bond for thousands many. Who climbed the hill without a penny; Several Strattons in the state. This camp is well up on the slate, I08 CHIMES OF THE WEST The least successful feel so good, The miner's master of his mood. "For gold is where it's found" they say, And here's a camp that's come to stay. IHE VOICE OF LOVE. A sweet little bird on neighboring tree, In plaintive tones did say to me : "The birds are often sad As well as the human family. Cause to mourn, my heart doeth break For the sacrifice this day I make ; A ruthless boy so wickedly Robbed me of that most dear to me — The tiny nest I have guarded well, A victim to the slayer fell ; And contents for which I would die My heart is breaking, M}^ Oh, My!" CHIMES OF THE WEST lOQ CANON CITY. I sat on the banks of a river Composing a bit of verse, Thought how cities might be better, How others might be worse. On the banks of Old Arkansas In Canon City or quite, A river for centuries running So swiftly, day and night, Dear old historic Arkansaw And Canon City so fair, With privileges most marvelous Most salubrious bracing air. Sweet breath of the Royal Gorge, Nine-tenths of the time, bright sun, So exceptional advantages Over cities, of almost none, where No water leaping, bounding by Pure crystal at command, No orchard, acres miles and miles No broad and fertile land. No coal, no smelters, home-grown fruits. No beauteous blending snowy peaks, no CHIMES OF THE WEST No gorgeous mountains all around, No one who knows whereof he speaks, No better health resort is found, No sparkling springs of mineral. No climate half so equable, No just a mile above the sea, No air of utmost purity, No Switzerland Italian sky No such appeal to poetry ; No hustling railroads, two or three. No others that are soon to be ; No one knows the reason why No contrasts, but attract the eye, 'Twas God who said, "let there be light,' I say, Old Canon, you'r all right. NEATNESS. The birds surpass all human neatness. Their toilet shows exact completeness. Each day they take their bath. Give time to toilet more by half Than the average person, day or night, Hence look so clean and neat and bright. Practice secrets of beauty and health. Possess and enjoy the truest wealth. CHIMES OF THE WEST III SUPERSTITIONS. Human thought creates what it imagines, the phantoms of superstition project their real de- formity, and live by the very terrors they produce. They owe their being to the delusions of imag- ingation, and to the aberration of the senses, and are never produced in the presence of any one who knows and can expose the mystery of their monstrous birth. See Thomas J. Hudson's "Law of Psychic Phenomena," page 291. Also the day of our own Gotten Mathers, the witch-killer is still fresh in memory. Horseshoe and rabbit's foot, Thirteen and Friday; "Sure thing," failure or success More than you have an idea. When you start do not go back ; Courage you will never lack. Sleep to Northward with your head, Don't put your hat upon the bed. All fixed rules and necessary. 112 CHIMES OF THE WEST Dare not, diverge or vary. Raise umbrella in the house Some say is ominous ; Out of doors, "Well. I guess yes/ ; To raise your Ebinezcr worse. WILL O' IHE WISP. Freak or friction, Fact or fiction, Will or Will o' the Wisp. In the damp and in ,the dark Mystically whisp. Blueish, purpleish and streakish, So phantastically freakish, Suggestive of a light. Will-o-Willy tell me Is this not right? CHIMES OF THE WEST II3 MADNESS. Whom the gods would quite destroy 'Tis said "they first make mad." Suppose it's so, I do not know ; First heard it when a lad. I never caught them in the act Though it's supposed to be a fact. I do not understand the meaning Of many of the larger sayings ; But I have stood where madness had To do with some awful slayings. In other cases much more mild, When persons unsophistic Have said to me (my blood has biled) That I was egotistic. The gods mayhap were in the skies. My madness it was ample ; One holds one's temper if he tries Or sets a bad example. 114 CHIMES OF THE WEST CURIOSITY. All of the curious people Are requested to convene At some sequestered spot Not always on the green. Say church in consequence To see and be seen, Now add your name upon the list And every other listener, And think of the unnatural twist In the neck of some good sister. MEDITATIONS OF SPRING. I am in love with the birds and flowers, And I feast my soul on them for hours. A night bird sweetly sings in the dark, Then with the dawn, the trill or the lark Greets me with its joyous strain As itjeads the others in glad refrain; Blend with the flowers in plumage gay, Lasting good cheer, in their melody. All rejoicing April showers, One may drink deep, ye heavenly powers. CHIMES OF THE WEST 115 HOTEL EXPERIENCE. Some guy has just meandered Past my door ; Time — something after one A. M., Two, three, four. Forty people, sound asleep, All up and down the hall Awakened by the pond'rous tread. Astonished one and all. Inserts his self-importance In every step he takes ; Some ill-bred, uncouth fellow. Tell by the fuss he makes. Had heard some awful snoring. The plastern almost break; Someone, we held, was fast asleep, Not held — for his mistakes. Whose snoring was spontaneous, Spasmodic else combusting — As by one voice it was agreed Said guy was most disgusting. Il6 CHIMES OF THE WEST SONG AND DANCE. "He loves to dock the smaller parts of speech As we curtail the already curtailed cur." Contrasting of the rninute, with the minuet, Difference is greater than first was thought. The U-t-e's an Indian, as seen at a glance. Aforesaid minuet, a slow, graceful dance. Sixty seconds make a minute — May be Indians either sex, When they die will go to heaven — Only proper to expect. A still more striking treatise '. Of similar dissimilarities. Is the relation Indians bear To^ some historic treaties. A channel wide, seems to divide The wise from otherwise ; The one keeps out of trouble, The other always seeing double. CHIMES OF THE WEST 117 Then what is meant by monument? Also what by development? Or that a man a "grafter" is So long as minus good intent. Too ! there's the case of rain and reign, One comes easy, and the other — hard. But rulers can't produce a rainbow With crown elated, envious of the Lord. The vaguest vagaries ever yet Rest between "mun" and funny ; Who can enjoy the minuet One minute without money? FROM FACT. 'Bout five every mornin' There's a rigler pit-a-pat 'Thout the slightest warning. No more sleep arter that. Perchance sink into semi-doze, Straightway get a punch on nose Whatever else as comes and goes, May escape a gouge in eyes. Unintentional, or otherwise. Nor any longer a new beginner To trundle bed, you little sinner. Il8 CHIMES OF THE WEST THE BICYCLE BUSTER. Bicycle comin' down the street, Me "on the side," she in the seat, Seemingly steering for the moon Strikes a lamp post, ah ! too soon. The thing seemed fairly possessed I say, entirely bent on running away With the prettiest girl in town. First she'd laugh, then would frown. And then she would stamp and yowl When the umpire called a foul. Now, here's to your wagon, And here's to your sled, And to a train of cars. That girl kept at it — I was half dead — We wrestled that wheel for hours. No snail ever made a butterfly — It takes a stickler to win — Said she : "I'll learn to ride or die, For I started at it to win." And win she did — with a capital D — Now they swear, could climb a tree. CHIMES OF THE WEST II9 BROKEN ENGAGEMENTS. There is many a man in the world Who cares not a mite for his word. Is it you? If it is wear the shoe. Do not think you're a liberty bird, Always free to go back on your word. Somebody was waiting for you To keep the engagement you broke. You have sinned by wasting their time ; You meant it not when you spoke. Somebody had better take care ; It makes one so badly appear, Breaking promises faster than boys Were ever known to break toys. Nor is there a factory mending integrity, I will give you a pointer, my friend, That I think it might help to send You right straight to hell, For you know very well 1 20 CHIMES OF THE WEST That bad faith will tell, in the end, If you promised what you didn't intend. * * * 3r * There is yet a moral standard, All men are not depraved. You are not beyond redemption — Call a halt and you are saved. THE CIRCUS. How everybody stretched their necks To see the caliope. One hopes to see what one expects And realize his hope ; Except the horses, though, I trow That so stood on tiptoe. The circus may be a good thing, But makes the hostler cuss. Or she — or sir — cir-cus — the fuss The driver made Eclipsed the caliope And left it in the shade. CHIMES OF T H E WEST 121 THE BATH. The Legislature should pass a law Relating to the landlord Who builds a house without a flaw, The bath to have reward. A penalty to be imposed Upon the person whom, And not permit it occupied In absence of such room. If "cleanliness is Godliness," Or next to it or quite, Bless the landlord when he builds For doing it just right. Cursed be the Legislature Not passing such a law, That "hot" and "cold" and porcelain Must be the line to draw. Cursed be the whole community Who tolerates the man 122 CHIMES OF THE WEST Short of a scalding twice a week, Is "no good" citizen. And blessed be the towels and soap Thrice blessed they that make them. The dolt will take the hint, I hope. If not, why not? and then some. I would rather be clean Than congressman. YOU'RE ANOTHER. "No news is good news," Another good old saying ; Were you ever short on news Discounted in the weighing? Incongruous paradox. Systematic, sly old fox. Notwithstanding, although, but. Nevertheless but thusly. No "noos" is too good news For the average nuisance. Let the old saying say. CHIMES OF THE WEST 123 THE BLOOMER FARM. (Proposal Extraordinary.) Dr. Mary ! Dr. Mary ! I would like to own a farm, Just across the fence from yours, And see the constant swarm Of bonnie, bucksom maidens In bloomers or in tights, As in and out of doors They are putting things to rights. Chorus: Oh, Bloomers in the furrow, Bloomers on the milking stool ; Only mention the tomorrow When you'll have to have a school. O, Bloomers in the furrow, Bloomers on the milking stool ; You will never have a school For the children. Dr. Mary! Dr. Mary! Are you in too big a hurry 124 CHIMES OF THE Wi;ST To perpetuate your lineage For the future generation? Is the latch string never out, If a man should come about? Is your's to be the universal station ? Chorus : Dr. Mary! Dr. Mary! Were the women all so very, Are you having any trouble Getting converts to your school ? Of the thoroughly mature. Are you always certain sure? Tell us how you work it, as a rule. Chorus : Dr. Mary! Dr. Mary! If you'll take me in cahoots I will agree to furnish Every single pair of boots Just to get the combination. Have you any hesitation? Would you listen to a suitor if he suits? CHIMES OF THE WEST 125 WHAT ARE LEGS FOR? "O, it was pitiful! In a whole city full Legs there were none." Most legs are over a yard in length, Depend on how much used for strength. Some legs become as a slender stem, Would seem the owner had deserted them. Of legs some are never heard to speak. Nor ever walk, they have grown so weak. Instead they sit or ride the while Since walkings gone so out of style. Know then thyself of laziness great, Else the human race will degenerate. Of animals wearing the boot or shoe, Nineteen hundred and two Thousand so like to put on style, Are never known to walk a mile. Some are poor and some are wealthy — Nay, all are poor, for not so healthy {Who think too much of foot or face Become a curse to the human race.) 126 CHIMES OF THE WEST Those who lounge and puff and blow Dread distance of one stone's throw. Always ride, and pay their money, Declare that walking's "not so funny." Some try to walk and then complain : "O, dear, it always gives me pain, No matter if walking's my best friend. O, dear, I can't ! I'll try and send." Some, however, not that way, Have walked forty miles a day. Question ? Not the like of you. It simply shows what legs can do. Who walk the most for pleasure Know best their health to treasure. Some there are who walk for hours Searching fairest wild wood flowers. Learn to know each crevice and nook, The shining pebbles in rippling brook; Carpets of mosses and where they grow. What deep, thick shade ; they always know The sweetest breath of purest breeze, Songs the birds sing, bushes and trees. Gathering the leaves and bright bouquets Adorn their rooms in delightful ways. (3n each return after strolls they take Whose ruddy cheeks none can mistake. CHIMES OF THE WEST 127 FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND. (In Chicago.) Something got the matter of me, Or how or when or which Is not the burden of my speech. (Grandmother called it a stitch) Such an awful pain in my side Drew me down, couldn't walk or ride. Called on my faithful physician, Without him I could not live ; He sized me up, felt of my pulse, A prescription at once did give. The foregoing was the number. As strange as it may seem, Somethin' wrong with that many — The druggist's face was agleam. O, that health were contagious Betimes instead of disease. But hold ! I fear I am taking cold ; Am already beginning to sneeze. 128 C H I LI i£ S OF THE WEST PALLIDA MOSS. (Pale Death.) "There on the green enamel plain Were shown me the great spirits, By whose sight I am exalted, in my high esteem. The place is all thick spread, with sepulcher, And none o'er them keep watch ; So may thy lineage find at last repose When on futurity the portals close." The plains far out in the golden west Are strewn with bones of man or beast Gone out to die where the sun goes down, Nor yet forgotten in native town. There bare and bleached by wind and sun They lie together, their course is run. Have had their feasts, their day is done. The skulls are white as driven snow, The^teeth are set that none may know From whence they came or whither go ; Yet there they lie and seem content. CHIMES OF THE WEST 129 Perchance on gold they all were bent; What matters it today, tomorrow, Or victims of old age or sorrow. The chase or red man's skillful arrow, (What matters it if bones are bare?) Though shuffled off this mortal coil They still are found on top of soil. No narrow grave, they have all space, And nary tombstone to misplace, Or chiseled scroll e'er to deface. Nor limit merely to one race — Alike embrace them one and all, However great, however small. It is not so in cemetery — I have not found it so — not very. Yet many's the man that's died out alone, Many's the smooth and bleaching bone. Nor smile, or frown, on a skull is shown — Many long since dead have never worried, 'Bout how or where or whither buried, With nothing to show, or glad or sorry; Then why, O why should a person worry? I thought to myself while taking note, I'd as soon be a supper for the wild coyote ; The bear or badger or this or that. As thrown overboard to the finny cat. I30 CHIMES OF THE WEST A LIVING LADDER. A wealthy old farmer named Hackney Had some very fine stock, known as the donkey. (This is a true story though ne'er beforenarrated) His boys had a ladder 'n which th' blood circu- lated, Of tough and withy timber, flexible and limber, "Unknown to any tools," the boys used to say. In case of thirst or hunger, 'n anything that way, Would always make it known by a solitary bray : "Aw-he-aw-he-aw-h-e-awhe-aawhee-eahwate." Nor was there another ladder of half so many rounds Being stationed on a farm — it'd help t' plow th' grounds. This ladder was an-animal — iron gra' mu-le. The boys 'd come a-riden oft'n on its back' t' school, *Nd thar 't loved t' stay 'n the range th' live-long ,day As a source of great amusement for th' boys 'n girls t' play. CHIMES OF THE WEST I3I An unusual convenience t' have you'll shortly see In the way of two large bumps On one-e-hine k-n-e-e — One just above, one just below; And the g-i-r-1-s and bo-ys 'd mount just so The mule was gentle 'n ofif it went ; And two could ride 'thout a-c-e-n-t So the whole school on pleasure bent De-clar-ed the bu-mp-s an ornament. ON TO TEA. True it has grown a little late; But we shall soon re-sip-ro-Kate And not be too pre-sip-at-eight By over eating while we weight Our stomachs with "such as there is" Helping ourselves, but know our "biz," Nor let them serve us e'en too hard By pressing the preserves with lard ; As it has grown a little late Others have dreamed for what they ate At ten or twelve and even later. Not sparing servant and the weighter. 132 CHIMES OF THE WEST CONTORTIONISTS. There were three terrible tumblers If terrible tumblers be, A man and his wife and daughter For they were tumblers three. The father would toss the girly High up in the air, And how gracefully she Would whirl and spin, Light on her feet time and again It was wonderful to see. Claimed she could board a moving train Or catch a bird on the wing, And to help take in the pennies Never forgot how to sing. (She sings.) A humble enterprise for me To spin and whirl like this for thee My work is one of charity To show you all how stifif you be You r-egard me rather rompish But the more you could accomplish If you were built that way; CHIMES OF THE WEST 133 For if shaped and formed As good as the best Each part is as nimble as the rest. O, I'm a little daisy, Too limber to be lazy, There are no flies on me. (Turns to parents and sings:) Since tumbling is our stock in store Then we will tumble all the more. (All tumble.) Their tongues were not more limber Than their joints you could not see But surely if they had them They all unlocked with a key ; It was always worth a quarter Their tumbling for to see And by economy and contortion They tumbled onto a fortune. 1.34 CHIMES OF THE WEST THE SLANDERER "At Princes — let but satan raise his gun I'he more the feathers fly, the more's the fun E'en the whole world — blockheads and men of letters — Enjoy a canonade upon their betters." There are women and men, and men and women Like poisonous vipers,- and-v-i-1-e, with venom : The devil's own angels — as it were — with wings And they grovel along like slimey things ; From house to house, from town to town, — To get in their work, they're all around. They need no cause, they seek no gain But the satisfaction of their disdain : Of some innocent person, however pure. They talk with certainty, always sure As to the time their neighbor fell ; Are always on hand, direct from hell ; Keep place and time in a foul note-book Are readily known by-their-v-e-r-y-look : Crook -their noses and crane their necks Swear to lies looking over their specs. In human form are these men and women — CHIMES OF THE WEST 135 Though much of their speech is most inhuman — So fiery their tongues-the-furious-tools Whoever escapes them-escapes-the-rule. Can carry both sides of the conversation Not lose their breath in the vile naration. To one man saved by the slanderous tongue A thousand are lost, and their work goes on. ''Ye gods — deliver the world from such — Explode the slanderer with magic touch." THE SKEPTIC. Is one who ever disbelieves, Keeps the trumps all up his sleeves. Goes about in constant doubt, Thinks to put the truth to rout, Till finally he narrows down Features focused with a frown. Shrivels up, so far near-sighted Everything must needs be righted. No opinions but his own Builds about him walls of stone. Short in optimistic vision. His long suit is derision. Poor fellow ! Let him have his say, The ice he cuts will melt some day. 136 CHIMES OF THE WEST DASHING YOUNG MEN. These are the fellows, not all fun The mighty men who made the run Fetched the multitude to their feet, Bent them forward to see which beat Through the grand stand. Ponderous engines of silver and gold Fearless firemen so brave and bold, Hardened against both heat and cold A fearless dash, less time than told Through the grand stand. Twenty feet to the jump, or more Shook the pillars, as never before : Fiery steeds 'most burst their girth ; Cyclone fashion, tore up the earth Through the grand stand. Of suclr an affair, who ever heard So purely original ; well officered, No circus run nor chariot race CHIMES OF THE WEST 137 Could compare with such a pace Through the grand stand. Bouquets are in order, ye maidens fair ; This Fire Department always "gets there." Whatever of modesty, and manly grace In your heart of hearts, would prize a place Make a grand stand. (Colorado Springs Carnival.) CHARIVARI. Old Jimmie Todd and Leedy Maud — Young wifey Maudy Lee — were Recently married by Parson Grave. Boys came on, a horrible stave, And gave them a charivari. Bells and buckets, old pans and gun, The boys were doing it only for fun, Some cake, and a bride to see. When she came on them from the rear, Thinking to give a little scare, Possessing no sort of weapon — Simply waving her apron — It proved to be all she needed. For promptly the mob stampeded. 138 CHIMES O F THE WEST ON JERRY'S REFORM. Never resolve more worthy Then Jerry Solemoii'.s oath To never again taste whisky Has pledged his faith and troth. Never was man more deserving When he, oui* mutual friend, Commands the respect of every one, And we, our sympathy, lend. Please accept this little token As a guarantee of our love. That your pledge remains unbroken, And strength for your noble resolve. CHIMES OF T II Fi' \V EST 139 BESSIE MILLER. (A Brilliant Young Indiana Journalist.) Garde, garde, all the luggers cry. Mind that lower curve there ; Keep a steady nerve there; Down, down, between the lake and sky, Lugging on the Rio Grande. Deeper the depths and dizzier the heights, And all the grandest scenery, It is when Bessie Miller w^rites That you will see what you will see. The canyon walls are yawning overhead. Coming together, far up toward the sky; Straining the very telescope, 'tis said; They notice this, on casual passing by. And now far down the rushing rivers blend, Scarce seen above the fearful rocky steep, While strains of smothered melody ascend. As of the rainbow's ghost you catch a peep. 140 C H I M K S OF T HE WEST Sudden the train is rounding some short curve ; Nothing but empty space, for miles beneath ; If it had been made, the slightest swerve Would have amounted to an awful death. The canyons teemed with fragrant flowers, Vast mountam sides were decked out, too, 'Bove timber-line, for several hours — What is it "magic pencil" may'st not do? Journalist, poet, deft in prose and verse. Painter of pen-pictures oi uncommon mien, Space forbids the half here to rehearse — The like of thou I ne'er before have seen. It does one good to sit in the old arm-chair, And fairly feel the bracing mountain breeze. Breathless at scanning each pen-picture fair, Reading about what Bessie Miller sees. CHIMES OF THE WEST I4I ON THE TRAIN. Seven coaches and on an excursion Going around the Loop. All sorts of people, old and young, All together, they raise a whoop And yell on the least excuse, And all changed cars pell-mell. To a spectator it seems so tunny How people will lose their heads, Forget all manners, and go a runny And substitute insteads — on the train. IMPRESSIONS. Am well impressed with the fondness for flow- ers I find wherever I go ; The greatest profusion, fragrant and bright, varieties I do not know. A splendid ettect it has on me to have a bouquet, where I can see. 142 CHIMES OF THE, WEST BEHAVIOR. All stared at a beautiful gi-1 With dimpled chin and flufty curl, Shapely features, dress so line. Hips and shoulders in perfect line. Looked like a flower in some bouquet. Behaved so well the folks did say : "That girl s been away from home before, Should be allowed to go some more." CROONING. A bit of "crooing" on the train, Or spooning, as you may say. Attracts attention, also gains Notoriety For the lovers who make love on the train, Who from making love cannot refrain. VERY NAUGHTY. A sweet little child so pretty and bright. Whose manners disgraced her mother ; Apologized for "as not sleeping last night," Was 'nervous, and that was the bother, Tho' ever so pretty and daintily dressed She needed a spanking, as many confessed. CHIMES OF THE WEST 143 Not perfect, even in mother's eyes, What she may do next, have no surprise. SEATS. She had paid for one and taken two. He had paid for two, was holding three; They had paid for three — held more than four. In principle would have taken more. One case, a lady whose little child Stood bold on a seat as people filed Along the aisle, said lady scringe Rather assumed that none should infringe Or so much as touch the hem of her dress — Would like to have the earth, I guess ; For old ladies stood and leaned so long, And old men, too, (who thought it wrong), Till the "hold ups" reached a certain station All were glad they had some destination. MORAL. You may beat the railroad fifty per cent, Hold down seats — not pay the rent — But like as not the time will come You'll learn manners not taught at home. 144 CHIMES OF THE WEST CHRISTMAS TIDINGS. Peace on earth, good will to men Is the song we join in singing. Let all be happy while we can, The Christmas bells are ringing ; Hearts so light and glad and free Join in common sympathy. Joy to the world's the song we'll smg While the Christmas bells are ringing. The greatest blessing this day sends Is our true and trusted friend ; And He who closer than a brother Comes today than any other. Faithfully His presence lends. Praise Him for the Christmastide. In His love we will abide. CHIMES OF THE WEST 145 LITERATURE. Who hath traversed the field of literature But caught some inspiration there, What glorious grandeur, crystal pure ! What flower garden half so fair? The blessings of exalted thought, By reason reared and logic wrought, In chapter, page or paragraph, Is scarcely realized, by half. Shelves all laden ; fiction, fact, Portrayal of the beautiful. In daintiest diction, clever tact Oft times so vivid, more than real. Hall Caine, Corelli, Davis, Kipling And others make the welkin ring ; Respectively their message bring By wondrous power of caroling. 146 CHIMES OF THE WEST ■ The pessimist who, in his prime Criticizes all the time, Says worthy work's on the decline, A purpose serves to draw the line. Whose prophecy, or false or true. Our books and magazines will do ; Nor creatures limited by fate For being written recent date. THE , PESSIMIST. The pessimist is one who can Close his heart up like a clam ; Slam the door of his affections With the force of battering ram ; Wound all others, till himself Lies neglected on the shelf. And, finally, festers, petrifies, ■ Goes out by himself and dies. Then the weeds grow on his grave ; Briers, burs, and thistles ; There he nestles in sequestered spot Brave heart, before he dies, begins to rot. Not taking on life-giving forces The tree must fall and go to pieces. CHIMES OF THE WEST I47 POETS' AND AUTHORS' CLUB. Thou Poets' and Authors' Club, By title greatly dignified, Thy members well do love thee For thy unvarnished side. No special ostentation, 'Tis only just to be A part of thy existence — Perchance of history. For all of Colorado '' And of our better selves, Something is said of scenery, So much of it on the shelves. The aesthetic side's essential So surely as is commerce Now have settled on a place For only prose and verse, Where members are allowed to write Their sentiments in black and white. 148 CHIMES OF THE WEST LIGHT READING. I love to linger a little while Now and again with levity ; With literature of lighter vein About ten times in seventy ; The happier sets my heart right, The literature, a little light, Contributes to a lighter mood ; Light lighter, lightest's good. THE MILLS OF THE GODS. 'The mills of the gods grind slow, But they grind exceeding fine." We will suppose a case to know — First, form into a line, Then comes "the devil for us all" Without exception — great or small. The Protestant, so penitent. May go below, brimstone to scent. For sure the sinner's got to suffer Mills, in the mind of some old duffer. CHIMES OF THE WEST 149 TIME TO PLANT. "All the trees are in the leaf, All the grain is in the sheaf; Fire and frost, heat and snoiv, The seasons come and the seasons go; Buds bloom green, and leaves fall sure, All in the round of the perfect year." I dreamed a dream a night ago And as to facts, thought it was so. The trees that seemed so bare and dead That night before I went to bed Were all leafed out ('twas in my head). Said Neighbor Jones to Johnny Stout: 'The farmers all must have the gout, Or some of them would have been out Before the leaves, without a doubt." The leaves that tell us when 'tis time To plant the corn in every clime. ''Yes," Stout replied, "it's e-fen so; Go tell the rest that they may know Today I'll haul my wood, and chore, Tomorrow start a furrow sure." 150 CHIMES OF THE WEST There needs but little more be said ; The farmers raise our daily bread ; For times of planting and of sowing There are none others half so knowing. Flowers will bloom the birds will sing ; There is a time for everything. Although there were no leaves growing, What one will dream, there is no knowing. CECELIA ON A BIRTHDAY. Less than one-third of the allotted three score years and ten hath passed away, Leaving sweet memories, many the sunny, hap- py day; True friends hath thou and buoyant health, commanding presence, nature's wealth ; Joyous and beautiful, fair of form and feature, Gentle in temperament, tender to every creature; Abundant blessings, inherent love of truth. Well seasoned judgment — considering thy youth — Keen sense of honor, prize the good and true, Useful life and happiness, in greatest store for -you. CHIMES OF THE WEST I5I THE "FELLOW" ACROSS THE WAY. "In her brother s gown, fra-foot-to-crown She's as fair as a maid can be." Wammes and overalls of blue, Clear complexion of rosy hue, High top boots, old-fashion, bill cap, Nary a dress to trail or flap ; Bright blue eyes and tresses golden, No braver heart in times of olden ; Long yellow hair, well buttoned under, (Just as soon tell you to go to thunder) ; Pants in boots and cap with bill, Her brother's outfit well did fill. Quick of step and spry of motion, You may consider she had queer notion. Though of full age, past twenty-two, She had no use for dress or shoe Out in the snow — it would not do ; Out in the cold with gleaming eye, Immense to see her make snow fly. Lived on a ranch near a large city. Few if any there are more witty. 1 52 CHIMES OF THE WEST They had stock to beat the dickens — Horses, cows and ducks and chickens. Far, far was she from a shallow pate, Said to be a college graduate. She had a lover, whose name was Bert — Was matter of fact, would never flirt. To this same lover she did engage, Though surely a character for the stage. He was a farmer, with a business eye, Whose only fault was rather s-h-y. He was the son of an humble peasant And took her in for a Christmas present. She had a piano and well could play. Would ride on horseback, and go-this-way Hadn't th' time, to use her side-saddle. Would raise the whistle and go a-straddlc, In which respect was her own waiter, And would holler back : "I'll see you later.' BETTER YET. That self-same fellow across the way Could drive a stallion and brown sulky. Hold so stiff the cambric line To' well compare with looks so fine. A bright red bay, white foot and star. Too fat for wrinkles or ribs to show, CHIMES OF THE WEST 1 53 Her ribbons popped on the evening air Like the crack of a whip, all might know The "fellow" across the way was there. However, long was the braid of hair, When half way down the slender waist, Betokened the "fellow" had excellent taste. But better yet the gentleman's cap Disguised the sex ; though the ribbons flap From the braid the breezes catch. Some say she's trying to make a match. Til have my drive about three each day. No matter what the people say. Will set the very track afire. For stallions exercise require; Show folks there are no flies on me, How it is 'to be or not to be.' With all the modern kimbal jack. And in the latest style, 'Bout forty rods a furlong, And eight furlongs a mile." 154 CHIMES OF THE WEST THE MYSTIC CURVE. "Her eyes are blue, My heart is too; She's out of sight, My hopes are, quite." Strikes you all unaware In ways so light and airy ; Her majesty, ye maiden fair, Dawns on you like a fairy. River that beyond the brink Best of swimmers apt to sink. 'Love is blind," no time to think Till tangled in the meshes, Reeds and flags where Cupid drags The net when maiden fishes. Sails in upon such lovely eyes, No life preserver saves him. Too soon he comes to realize The Mystic Curve enslaves him. CHIMES OF THE WEST 155 Mystic Curve's a fine spun thread That never has been listed ; And when it acts upon the head The heart gets sadly twisted. A VACUUM. In taking off a take-off The take-off of the takest; "Nature abhors a vacuum," The thing the taker makest. If making of the take-off You take off in the making, Taking of the make-off You make off in the taking. The summing of the summer Is the summary of the sum, Unless the focus crosses Across the vacuum. 156 CHIMES OF THE WEST AT THE SEA SHORE. Her graceful, shapely form would glide Through the water with the tide. Superbly smooth and agile of limb Shapely and coy, exceptionally trim. Not too large nor yet too small, Subject for artist and classics all. And the wondrous expression No language can express, nor how Pleasing the impression made In her simple bathing dress. Till me thought it a disfigurement Of so perfect shape and form That the usual dry-land dress Should disguise so queenly charm. She could swim just like a fish, Float and dive mile after mile, Make the other ladies wish That they might adopt her style. While the men would stand aghast, Hold their breath, the while she passed 'Not unusual the expression : Surely thou art unsurpassed. CHIMES OF THE WEST 157 DAISY DELL. A dashing, darling daisy, To beauty reconciled. It drove me almost crazy Every time she smiled. She had another charmer Whom she was gone upon. The really greatest beauties Hail from "Utopion." THE SWAMP ANGEL. V In taking off an old ''take off," The chiefest of the fadest, I take my pencil in my hand To — land — of all the badest; For V-I-Z, the swamp angel, I say, "Come off," "So long, old fel" ' Give us a rest after a spell. However well you know a swamp This side of heaven, this side of hell, Who ever saw swamp angel ? 158 CHIMES OF THE WEST ODE TO FRIENDSHIP. 'Who hath scales to weigh the love, That from heart to heart doth move?' Friendship is the strangest plant I ever saw a growing; Peeps up twixt the curbstones Sich ways as no knowin'. Frost bite cannot affect it, Lustres with the lapse of time. Language is inadequate, Can't be put to rhyme. Friendship true is foremost, Makes a heaven on earth ; No true friend is ever lost. Friendships have their birth From exchange of gleanings, Heart to heart and soul to soul, Is the sort of screenings. Several on the role. CHIMES OF THE WEST 159 COQUETRY. "I nefer luffed a dear gazelle, To cheer me mid ids kindling vood Bud yen Td come to knew me veil, Some vun pud poison in der food." The duck dives under the water Till the hunter has gone by. The fish floundering over the bank Only make the Nimrod more sly. The maiden that sets her "trap" For the "sucker" on the wing, The former the hunter can stand — Th6 latter's the meanest thing. May rope him in with her singing, Then give him the bounce "By jing." It's hard enough luck to go huntin' And come home with an empty bag ; A fellow gits left by his best girl And feels worse than a "common wag." l60 CHIMES OF THE WEST SAW INDIANS. "Ah me, how long me seemeth e'er the promised help arrived." Away back in the fifties and in my younger days There were many Indians, who of as many ways Caused some to greatly fear for themselves and stock Out on the frontier — I will tell you of a shock. When we were out of meat, would go and kill a bear. And always leave a treat with our neighbor, over there Some twenty miles away; could make it in a day; 'Cept on comin' back th' Redskins would attack. In case of no evasion me gun was moral suasion. Sixteen was all that I could count. 'Twas then I thought I'd jump the bount, Or first in sight I thought of fllight, but They saw my dog and fastly floated on a log Then I guaged the distance, and estimated. Fired three shots and the battle dated. My gim was true for afterwards I found It had punched the log and all were drowned. CHIMES OF THE WEST l6l • There were badger holes all over the hill, The reds were drowned, tho' not until They had shot away the hill and the clay And only the holes were left to stay. A GREAT SUCCESS. I knew a hunter of particular skill Who when going out would skulk about. Like a mouse-hawk would sharpen its bill Or cat its claws — or work its jaws That nothing may lack before the attack; Sight over his gun, not alone for fun. Before the game was found. So as to shoot on wing or run. Hit somethin' besides the ground. He was a' terribly quick on trigger, And however small or swift or bigger, Or hard it would git, he'd always hit. He was a rare exception. Most fortunate condition, And realized enough, he said To buy the ammunition. l62 CHIMES OF THE WEST A REVERIE. When the day is hot and dreary And the temperature is high. When the heat rnakes one so weary And not a cloudlet in the sky, The old gray cat a nap will take Beneath the shadow ot the flowers Scarcely more than half awake, While the sun poiirs down for hours. When the weather's cold as blazes Hies himselt upon the fence Where the melodram-e raises Seems to savor of suspense ; Furs on end and soars his praises Falters then in what he says is What the oth.ir cats amazes Suddenly he takes on hence. Now a scrap ensues or sooner CHIMES OF THE WEST 163 Whether loser or the winner, Asleep, awake as ain't a sinner He will be on time for breakfast And lor supper and for dinner Just the same. WHERE LIETH THE DIFFERENCE. Two hunters atter a tramp so long Trudging home with different song, One sits here and one sits there, One hungry as wolf, the other as bear — Now these are different anifnals, Their difference some have seen. How hunters eat like cannibals The difference lies between. That both were hungry all concede So hungry they were hard to feed. 'Seems hunters always get enough Or something of the kind — And often are allowed to stuff On what they didn't find. 164 CHIMES OF THE WEST BRAGGADOCIO. Will tell you a time I wished for a gun Just to shoot ducks and have some fun, 'Way up in Wyoming, on the Elkhorn road Out of Valentine ; of hunters a load, Thousands of ducks on a single lake. We passed on the train a curve to make. The railroad officials were heavily armed; Firing commenced (the ducks not alarmed). Till the ammunition was finally exhausted. They bought some ducks ,went home and boasted How they could "shoot," how many they saw, And the story they told had many a flaw. THE OWL. The night owl is winging His prey home is bringing; Frae hen roost, leafless bowers, Having taken his leaving Just before receiving A charge frae shotgun of ours. CHIMES OF THE WEST 165 FLORENCE. Florence, thy future none can tell, With treasure inexhaustible. Each acre has an oil well For fifteen miles, and then a spell Just up the hill, the mineral, Just down fuel to fill the bill. Nine mills running, night and day. Thousands of tons capacity. Enormous output of finest coal Of promise great, and sure thy goal, Five engines busy cutting cars. Third in state, of commercial powers. More places to be reached by rail More inducements to capital Insure a bigger "bucket brigade," A future such as seldom made. Build over three hundred houses a year, The place that's growing is one to prefer. The biggest little town on earth, A dollar for cot or single berth. Public spirited pushing men, "I'm glad to see you, come again." l66 CHIMES OF THE WEST Home-grown vegetables, chickens, fruit, 'Fore it's too late, better ''grab a root," A boom not all in th' editor's eye. Demand will always exceed the supply, Florence, old girl, you're sailin' high. BE MERCIFUL. Here theii my friend, is to final Let us try to be earnest a bit I greatly regard you every one. Am happy here to declare it ; Would think all the more of you If you cease some things you do. And will heed this feeble plea — Life is sweet to the game as thee ; Those inoffensive, helpless things The wounded and the suffering. The awful fright the hunters bring With gun and dog, to bush and bog Pure selfishness, occasioning. The useful, beautiful, adorning. Do thou consider well, before And do thou go and sin no more. (To ye hunter.) CHIMES OF THE WEST 167 PUEBLO. Pueblo, Pueblo continues to grow, Smokestacks and smelters, O ; Hotels and tally-ho, Mildest winters, seldom snow. Blankets, though, the summer though. Gateway to the mountains o'er. Railroad center, dozen or more, Colorado Southern or D. & R. G. and Bessemer, Great Rock Island, Santa Fe, Others mighty apt to be. More than likely second best Business center in the West. Monthly pay roll half a million. Corporations, worth a billion. Where money circulates To the square inch, th' United States. Commercially an ebb and flow Everybody is on the go, Where the governors do grow. Other persons may also. Say it never rains but pours, l68 CHIMES OF THE WEST Get lost in some of the stores, Then you call upon the guide To show you how to get outside To see the wheels go round, And that's the way we found ■ Things in Ebilo Pueblo. WHO SUCCEED. Marvel of mystery, majestic mountain range Historic peaks, towering above each other, Strata upon strata wonderful and strange. So men compete — brother excelleth brother. Many and uncertain weary days and years Destined to stare misfortune in the face; Invincible, triumphant, vanquishing all fears ; Persistent effort won for thee a place. The surface rough, unsightly the surroundings To valley no defect viewing from the height ; Behold the attending victories and boundings, Indust-ry is genius — the magic wand of might. CHIMES OF THE WEST 169 EXPERIENCE OF A GAME WARDEN. When once in the woods of Wisconsin A law the deer did protect, A man with his gun came along, Fired, and the shot took effect; The warden smelt the powder, And was working for an arrest, When on stepping into a shop, Said the butcher, "Venison's the best Fresh and smooth, there it lay, Our Pat he kilt it to-day." The arrest was shortly made. Instead of a deer, a calf was laid, Not being evidence enough to show Court was obliged to let Pat go. And the warden felt great surprise That he could not believe his own eyes ; However, the "joke" was too rich to keep, For, said the hunter, "it fell in a heap," And finally Pat was forced to confess The deer fell over a log, and it cost him his gun and his dog. 170 CHIMES OF THE WEST HALLUCINATION. Two tramps were coming along one day And reaching a house of splendid array Soon planned to have a square meal (And see what there was to steal) ; When on opening wide the door That had just "been closed" before, Finding only a pale-faced lady By the name of Margery Grady, They did not wait a minute, but Opened a chest to see what was in it. Then the lady said, "Very well 3^ou can While I step to the door and call My man." She did, and called, "O, John." Now John there was none, she was alone Though the rascals did not know it And thought they had to go it, So away they went without a cent. The chest was empty, "nothing in it," Nary a John, though had there been it Only fancy the good it did her And she a lone, lone widow. CHIMES OF THE WEST I7I PROPHETIC PIE. Passing along up Platte canal, I spied a place where parties dwell Particular friends, and great for pie, None knew it better than did I. They had a lovely daughter, She said, "Take another quarter ; This pie is crisp and toothsome. Come often — we get so lonesome." Though being of bashful meekness, I have a certain weakness For "pie" and the lovely cooks, Deserving a place in books ; So I faithfully oft returned To perform the aforesaid errand, The best days of my life — And the "cook" became — lovely wife. 1 72 CHIMES OF THE WEST TO WITH COMPLIMENTS. Ice cream and cake quite fit for a king Were served in the heart of the mountains, By a lady indeed — unawares a Queen, Unaffected as forest or fountains. A generous bowl, most- suitably seasoned Made from ice, perpetual and native, Pure as cold crystal springs From the peaks pointing skyward With snow caps like stars relative. The cake was thick cut, three slices in one, Sandwiched in with sauce from wild berries. Much in contrast the cream, and her cheeks The latter were ruddy as cherries. Song birds and squirrel.^ made merry outside, While within — conversation more pleasing Than all the rest of the treat I confess. Little Norman, explained as to freezing. CHIMES OF THE WEST 173 Altogether should say, delightful occasion Many thanks, for remembrance so kind, Again would respond on slightest persuasion, I pray you to bear me in mind. PRESENCE OF MIND. A tramp at a certain house one day Demanded — a dinner, and "right away;" The lady turned as she said, "I will," (The tramp began to rummange a till.) She returned with a gun in hand And over the fence the tramp did land; The stock was gone, the gun not loaded. No respects were left, like as he owed it, But prompt on seeing the barrels and sight So very great was the fellow's fright That when in the fligh,t he did not stop At the gate, nor wait to kick it. Just passed out over the fence, a picket — And whence, she did not know, as only A piece of coat tail was left, to show That he had" been there and "decided" to go. 174 CHIMES OF THE WEST SLAVES TO FORM. The good housewife is known To choose her patches Adequate to the place she's mending And is tasty as to choice ; Many there are who pick on Monday As the "only" day to wash No matter who offending. There are whole families Who breakfast "just at Hve" Each morning, winter, summer, As if their lives depended on it. Such slaves to form are Always on the murmur You may depend upon it. Merely machines, simply automatic So perfect slaves to form Set in their ways, concise, emphatic. Yet meaning no one harm. "If this or that were only so, or .so, I would be fully satisfied." Wishing for something quite impossible Till they have died. CHIMES OF THE WEST 175 Plenty of persons who if as perfect as precise Would rank well with the angels. Waste so much time at something, over nice Miss most of the best things. ENVIRONMENT. The theory and practice Of worms of the dust" Must be a mistake And musty — it must Be about time to take On a pace quite unknown To the ass and the burro And "pass up" the plea That the "old rut" and furrow So faithfully followed By the plodders Who plodded away As not just the thing For the light of to-day. 176 CHIMES OF THE WEST A MERCHANTS EXPERIENCE. There are people who are honest Who would not steal a pin, Who terrorize the merchant The moment they step in ; Better known as tasters And samples of goods Than bona fide customers, Hail from the backwoods. For such a lack of breeding Is found not to the front. Maybe this is severe, but It's practical and blunt. The grapes and pears and apples, The peaches and the plums, Get badly twisted out of shape By mashing of the thumbs ; The apricots and raisins. The codfish and cucumbers Do not escape the racket Of tasters and of thumbers, Nor is this all the story CHIMES OF THE WEST 177 That is left me here to tell, For after so much wringing, The goods are hard to sell. Decay gets in its work, and The shrinkage is so great The merchant can't keep even By working hard and late. By modern competition, goods Must be on display, and Hence the kegs and boxes Are handled every day. And besides the advertising, There is the rent to pay. The goods are hard to keep, Must be the best and cheap. So with the average dealer One can always make a sweep. No matter who the merchant, What the city, where the store, Yon can get a splendid bargain On every single floor. At last there is a mortgage On the merchant's little home, Which with the store is closed. He is left the streets to roam ; The merchant v/ho was thrifty. More than forty out* of fifty. Then arraign the horrid taster. 178 CHIMES OF THE WEST And then lander in the jail, Leave not the cause or reason For another such a tale. You and you are to take the hint, This is written for the print ; Don't be thought of inferior race, For feeling fruit at the market place. AT THE PIE COUNTER. I will trade you my tie For a small piece of pie, My purse is quite empty As also am I. Am thoroughly awake to the Days that you bake And nobody else can Just such pies make. I do love the cooks Nobody can beat them. They love to make pies And I love to help eat them. CHIMES OF THE WEST 179 FRESH PORK. To have a clear conscience is one thing To be brave hearted another, But I long and pine for a stomach That will not be a constant bother. Am free to confess there's no other distress That can ever nearly compare With a stomach so flat, as a sat upon hat Oh say, have you ever been there? Without invitation, they come and repeater Without hesitation you're sure to greet her, From custard to hard boiled eggs at night, .You'll flounder and throw, it's a holy fright. My habits are simple, my wants very few, And I long for a stomach so strong That nothing but cabbage and bacon will do To keep it from going wrong. l80 CHIMES OF THE WEST HIS NAME WAS BILL. I sat by a man at supper long, Who "swigged" six cups of coffee strong; For said he, "Must hev it that way Rigler three times a day, Strong es the cook kin make it. When I kin git more I take it; The doctor says must , hev it. To keep me goin' you see — So I always will, for it fills The bill, as full as 'Bill' can be." He threw them down something like A pitcher would throw a ball And caught like a champion catcher Seems as if you could hear them fall Like pails of swill in a painted tank, And however patient the waiter He forgot her even to thank. That coffee went down like magic Or as if by strong machinery. CHIMES OF THE WEST lOI I take it his dreams were tragic, The effect would spoil the scenery, When told that's six thousand cups a year, Down went another with an "I don't ker." LITTLE DOG PRINCE. Doggy, my faithful little pet. The likes of you I never met. So true and tried so many years Between me and all harm or fears. Eyes so brown and head upraised Intelligence, greatly to be praised. Good qualities so numerous Thy very shadow I would bless ; A dingy yellow, very true. Yet my heart is set on you. l82 CHIMES OF THE WEST MENU. The cunning of some cooks Is to me a great conundrum, We little know what we eat, (The greatest surprise is meat.) They make it in a pie, flour it For to fry, never saw the beat. Traveled sixty miles that day, "Tea" was displayed, very nice way, The fowl that was served So brown and so neat, I thought Indeed a very great treat, as of it Abundantly proceeded to eat. After supper, was sitting back Seemingly nothing did lack When "lady cook," a homely creature, Said how did you enjoy your tea, With fowl as the special feature? "O, ,very well, what was it, pray tell ?" Yes, said she, a favorite juuK, "Strictly speaking, it was skunk." CHIMES OF THE WEST 183 Had traveled about a good deal, Probably eaten a crozu at a meal, For supper and thought it all right And not knowing, did not growl, Tho', strictly speaking, it was "foul." SURE FIRE. When in the dim vista of a sequestered past Things get remembered too trivial to last Dates that in history yet remain unseen, Whose mind was gorged even to extreme. Aye, loaded to the hilt with figures ever ready With the slightest tilt, ever constant steady. Make you tired by telling, and note each date Could a head so full be called a shallow pate. Turn on your heel at last ; no immediate reaction She talks and talks and talks so fast With the utmost satisfaction Continues giving dates and measurements Of but the slicfhtest circumstance. 184 CHIMES OF THE WEST THE MOSQUITO. If everything else were clear As mosquitos' vision o' nights, Just as you raise to strike Takes ever so suddenly flight With his gimlet to bore In the length of a space The whole human race'd Be sunk in miserable gore. He is a scientific cuss, and when He starts to fall upon you thus — Wait till he ketches on, and then Just land him one without no fuss. "Sing a song" if you think it best, "All right" says I, "I'll do the rest." Have made a "rake ofif" time'n agin, 'Wake all night'n order ter win The 'victory, in a single battle Else me bones'd been left t' rattle. CHIMES OF THE WEST 185 MY OLD HAT. I bought me a hat With lining green And cork for trimmings, As could be seen. The latter would often Bob up and down As out in the sun I didn't have to frown, And I thought to myself As I came and went That green for lining Was no accident. At least for a man Of labor and toil. It had a mild effect Like sardines in oil. Was strictly conducive To meditation As it had all around The best ventilation. l86 CHIMES OF THE WEST The hottest weather Is about "dog days," Who "talks through his hat" Don't care what he says. ANTI-LISTLESSNESS. Always keep your wits about you And your chin from drooping down, Lips quite well compressed, together Then if any one's around They'll not know your indecision, Even in the darkest weather. Do not frown upon an enemy, Nor smile too hard on a brother. But trifles these may seem Better not to dream through the day That your bird wit, indecision, The extent of your derision Do not give you dead away. CHIMES OF THE WEST 187 TO THE MARKET. ■ 'A perfect woman nobly plan'd To warn, to comfort and command; And yet a spirit still and bright With something of angelic light." Now you just come here My husband dear And leave me no more Till you go to the store ; I want and must have Nothing less nor more Some crackers and meal, Some fish and some eel, Some sugar and coffee. Nutmeg and some tea. Some thread and some shoes Now be careful and see The rogues do not cheat, For such rascals they be. Oh, yes bring some stockings For our sweet baby Rosa, I fear you don't listen. CHIMES OF THE WEST Do you hear what I say? Then there is no flour And some kind of meats, do get some muslin To make us some sheets ; Must have a new bedstead For that other room. And, too, by the way, Do get me a broom ; If you forget that 1 will scalp you, indeed, And don't you come home Without something to read. I would like some cinnamon. Tapioca and cocoa — but You'll not take time To get all that we need. CHIMES OF THE WEST 189 THE NEW WOMAN IN POLITICS. Woman, new in politics? "Nothing new under the sun," Bird wings and chicken feathers. Bobbing up now and again. Some, of course, vote single, While others vote by two, Like everything else it's easy "If" you know just how to do. Now there's a bright red ribbon, Now here's a light red hair, "Now just prepare your ballot. And place it right in there." First give your name and very age, 'Tis shown, that she is single, There's a slight degree of rage. Her blood begins to tingle. Indeed begins to boil and rile. As she turns on her heel, With a "Wait awhile," And, too, somewhat at her own expense, igO CHIMES OF THE WEST Judge wrote down : "For want of sense." Thought to myself while taking note, A pity you thus have lost your vote. She muttered, "My name is so and so," But my age "they got no right to know." LINES. If you borrow or lend If you buy, sell or spend. You'll lose some cool friend Every year by the end. One you thought to be true May go back on you, And great luck you're in If he don't get your tin. Not infrequent the case If you give him the space He will show enough cheek To eclipse his whole face. CHIMES OF THE WEST I9I THE LATEST STYLE. Saw a lady on the street car, With bangs that were done Only passing fair, She would paste them down On her temples with spittal, Chew so hard at her gum, You could most hear it rattle, But for the din of the car. Bless me I thought she would tire As now and again she would Strike at her gum, which if flint, Would have set her afire. One would think she would Surely have broken a tooth, By such indiscretion Of (no longer a youth) Thus being the victim Of exceeding bad taste. Exerted her muscles Clear down to her waist. Said it didn't taste bad Since first she began it, 192 CHIMES OF THE WEST And who didn't chew gum, Of late isn't in it. The lady who sat on The right at her elbow, Said, "What do you think Of that for a show?" Once well out of hearing I answered, declaring, A first class canard I trow. CHIMES OF THE WEST 193 THE DANCE. "She shops all day, dances all night And gads around as she wishes; Her mother complains She's never found strength ' To tackle a panful of dishes." I fear you dance to an excess In every country, more or less. If lots of fun is a good thing If lots more is better ; And some "fraiF fairy" finds it so Suppose we'll have to let her. Spring up and down, awhirl and spin, On passing and reflecting It would seem so I do not know If bad for her complecting. If exercise is a good thing And motion maketh muscle. To be as good at working You'll surely have to hustle. 194 CHIMES OF THE WEST APRIL FOOL. A cultured lady cooking cakes Catcheth my eye and me fancy takes, Causeth content of a certain kind, Ceaseth hunger and consoleth the mind ; Though looks are so often deceiving And seeing not always believing, Though she with her bright eyes was To me "the star of the goodly company." 'Twas on the first morning of April, I saw on her face a very dim smile Which contained a hidden meaning. Yet I didn't know what was convening. The batter contained a whole euchre deck Sufficiently stirred to secrete every speck. The cakes were ever so brown and crisp ; Heard from her lips a sort of a lisp, "Sit up and have something to eat, I've in store for you such a treat ; Seems to me you are awfully slow, Will like my cooking so well I know ; Now here are the syrup and butter. Next griddle's beginning to sputter." CHIMES OF THE WEST IQS Take care what you turn for trumps There are spots on the moon There are measles and mumps, And tricks in all trades they say, There are games you never can play. The joker's mostly the highest card out. In this the joke "is the higher" no doubt. And when "the cook" is the winning card The guest should be strictly on his guard. According to Marquis of Queensbury Rules There is no end to the April Fools. THANKSGIVING. When the year is gray with age. Writ on light and shaded page, When her flowers are withering, Then, we thank her for the spring. Spring shall come and spring shall go Linked below the unfriendly snow, Now gratitude I sign by thee Hope's pledge for blessings yet to be. 196 CHIMES OF THE WEST A STRANGE, TRUE STORY. There was a certain lawyer Ah me, alas ! Who so largely composed Of brass Had enough of said metal To make a big kettle ; Ten gallons about, if well Hammered out. In the settling up of A large estate The minors all had so long To wait They starved for bread And butter, (Barrister's cheek was Intensely utter). Nor shall I try to flatter, There is no doubt That the excreted matter Of that fellow's hide, if Thoroughly fried CHIMES OF THE WEST 197 And rendered as hard As the "case" (never tried) It would make ten gallons Of lard. 'Piecemeal they win this acre first Then that ; glean on and on And gather up the whole estate." CHIMES OF THE WEST PSEU-DO. Precarious Senor punctillious Though punctual and pretty And parted his hair in the middle Was dressy and neat, pernicious as witty ; Would lie, and was vile with deceit. Sported a suite at the best hotel, Nothing too good for such a swell, Held aloof from common people, Thought himself "up" like a steeple. From the far East, boasted a fortune; "Was backed by a Lombard or so ;" So talkative even to strangers That all might generally know. Was buying some mines, A railroad and some land. Had men running after him. Almost to beat the band ; It was they who were beaten Out of money and time. Even beat the hotel, begory, This the end of my story. CHIMES OF THE WE.ST 199 TO A LAZY FELLOW. Too heavy for light work. Too light for heavy work. Wish I were officer of the day When daddy sings, Wish I were master of ceremonies And all such things. Wish I were a hunter Of particular skill ; Or a first-class fisherman With net so full. Wish I were a boarder at Some first-class hotel, But say, I wouldn't be it If I had to pay the bill. 200 CHIMES OF THE WEST THE PHONOGRAPH. I have a concert phonograph, It cost a hundred dollars, First announcement makes you laugh The phunny fellow follows. A prima Irish donna then With banjo and with mandolin, In clamorous accents will begin And sing, with spicy phrases in. The brass band, the piano, and Profundo bassos music stand The soubrette, with nerve and sand Alfalfa widower sure to land. The songerphone is an event A gifted graph invention — Plays and sings and other things Too numerous to mention. Claimed by some who have no ear 'Tis always out of tune — CHIMES OF THE WEST They tumble to its repertoire Including Bonnie Doon. All through, the phoncert conograph The thing is worth the money, Reminds you so of Edison And pleases Ed— my sonny. 201 MY CREED. More fresh air and sunshine More water and more soap ; More love of Nature, More confidence, more hope; More reciprocal good will, More practical ideal. More effort for the goal. More earnest heart and soul ; More thankiulness for birth, More heaven here on earth ! 202 CHIMES OF THE WEST GOD— IN EFFECT. See God in the expression of noble people, See him in the planets and the stars, See him in the joyousness of the little children, See him in the song birds and the flowers. See him in the faces of the rocks and waters, See him in the clouds and in the sun. See him in the rainbow, and in remotest quarters. See him in all growth that is going on. See him in dumb animals and fowls and fishes See him in the mountain and the plain, See him in ambition prompting but good wishes, See him in the dew drop and the rain. See him in all peoples, whatever creed or color, See him unfettered in man's mind, See him ever prompting, man to man is brother, See him, aye, most wonderfully kind. CHIMES OF THE WEST 203 See him in progression and activity, See him in whatever is is well, See him in all being, and what is yet to be. See him in more than words can tell. PROCESS. As bulb and bud precede The beauteous blossom. As flowers and fruit form only From the. fertile soil. So are the crude and mediocre In mankind removed by method; . So refinement and maturity Respond to honest toil ; Till precious books are one prolonged delight, Till art and music serve the highest need; Till the birthday of each year And of thy being. Proves life is life, And love the only creed. CHIMES OF THE WEST , • "I LIKE THAT." My life is one outpourin', Constant round of joy; Happier an' more'n When I was a boy; Was bubblin' over then Between my sober moods, But now I have outgrown The "old-time" solitudes. No use fer any feller That's al'us lookin' sour; H'aint no attraction fer me, Nor partikel of power. Jest like ter see a spider Prancin' on a thread, Instead of estimatin' How it'll be when 'e is dead. Like ter see the playful sperit Last along up through the teens, CHIMES OF THE WEST 205 An' the prankiness of children Fer the footlights of the scenes, For the old and middle-aged. That's what I like, I say ! So if God comes in fer quarters. He might kinder like ter stay ! A GIFT FLOWER. Plucked up from the garden of flowers, In the garden oi hearts it is set ; Deprived of the sunlight and showers, With memory's dews it is wet. I would that the flower had not faded. As all that is earthly departs ; But still its true fragrance is cherished And that is the friendship of hearts. CHIMES OF THE WEST RECONCILED. Why bewail such things As wind and weather? It seldom snows or blows So bad but one may be about. Why art thou sensitive As a feather, Frowning with each breath Or in or out. Why ever questioning, in part Or wholly As being for the best; Emulate the spirit of the Meek and lowly, Whatever is, is best. Since when hast thou seen fit To fix a standard For the whole world And all mankind beside? Far better be subservient To 'the mission "Do thou with me abide." CHIMES OF THE WEST 2Xf] SELF RELIANCE. Have faith in self, and hear Thy conscience say: Well done; Fear not so much the storms That unto thee may never come. Live more unto the "Now," And less to the "To Be." Saying is good, doing is better; Being, best of all the three. Less superstition, face about, be free; Unlearn most race beliefs. However hard the lesson unto thee; Wake up, avoid the shoals and reefs. Away with old-time prejudice, and learn Creeds are but stepping stones to truth. To know the good (the God) within thyself Is to possess the spring of an eternal youth. 208 CHIMES OF THE WEST SERVICE. Pray tell me what thy ofifice is More than a life of usefulness ; I love to sing the highest praise Of one who is industrious. Much labor is but that of love, Yet still are serving, longs to serve; Noble art thou, — 1 say divine! God given, faithful to thy time. Blessed be he who bent with age, Yet still art serving, long to serve ; Thrice blessed he thus to engage From duty never known to swerve. I bow before the holy shrine ; I emulate, devoutly prize, — There is reward ! Great may be thine. Triumphant thou to realize. Could I bestow this in exchange For kindly courtesies received, CHIMES OF THE WEST 209 Unlimited would be thy range, Thy burdens promptly to relieve. Hast builded better than ye knew, By serving others faithful, true, Dost best conserve thy highest needs Shalt reap the harvest of good deeds. Thy hands evince the wear and tear, Thy face outlines the marks of care ; May sweetest rest vouchsafe to be God's richest blessings unto thee. 210 CHIMES OF THE WEST INTEGRITY. Integrity, thou blessed word ! Thrice blessed principle ! In vivid form as lofty peak, Abiding and eternal. Thy superstructure all of good. Integrity, thou art of God, As all-wise better understood. To emulate, adore and laud. How could I speak thy matchless worth, Send thine exalted splendor forth, Make more substantial monument Than hold in sacred memory Sweet, loyal souls who, heaven-sent, Lived ever faithful unto thee. Integrity ! Integrity ! CHIMES OF THE WEST 211 BE TRUE. Out of the sacred silence A sweet voice comes to me: "Be thankful, ever thankful! Whatever is, is well — is well. Whatever is, is w 11 ! Whatever you do, be true, aye true! Whatever you do, be true !" Out of the night the day — Out of the day, the night — Some sweet voice doth say: "Whatever is, is right, is right, Whatever is, is right ! VV^hatever you do, be true, aye true, Whatever you do, be true." Silence ever — harmony — blending. Everywhere, through all, extending, Sweet voice, celestial symphony. That ever seems — ever r^oes say: 212 CHIMES OF THE WEST VVhatever is, is wcxi with you, If you will only be true, aye true, Whatever you do, be true ! INVENTION. Many men are scientific, Much theyv'e done and said So exceedingly prolific Can't get it through my head. Some are meddling with the lightning "That's too tight," this needs tightening If this were shorter, that were longer, It would run better, smoother, stronger. Now here they give a demonstration, Now there they solve some puzzle; Till, notwithstanding all the same The wheels and engines go a sizzle. Tell you what, it seems to me That steam and electricity Would be a dandy sight to see Reversed, on the same doubletree. CHIMES OF THE WEST 213 DISTANCE. I heard a sweet song, heard it glide Echoing through the trembling air, Then farther in the wood it died, And went from me I know not where. No passing bird of wing so swift, No bird so strong in flight or gift Enchanted, but in weariness Feels Nature's distance, dreariness. The very winds that sweep the sea. Like brooms wear out, and wearily The dashing streamlet's wildest play Scatters in mist not far away. Illusion and hope's silvery wing Shall cleave the sky and evening bring From far away undying fame, The wide' wide world owes thee a name. Then hope took wing, or seemed to fly. While fancy dreamed in ecstasy. 214 CHIMES OF THE WEST Dreamed and awoke, the night wind called. And said, "Thy life is narrow walled." I blow by land, I blow by sea, Brief message, drifting memory. Is thus to thee yon wind and wave — To thee and me a new made grave. HOW TO WAIT. Have you ever learned the lesson How to wait? Forever, if need be, and a day The most important lesson Of a life-time; The highest of all philosophy. It is said all things come to Him who waits. It is amply worth the trying You will see. The process of growth from acorn , To the oak ; Is likewise the law of growth In thee. CHIMES OF THE WEST 215 OBSERVATIONS. I have seen the great and glorious Rocky mountain range Rise up in her majesty And beckons to the plains, Arrayed m royal purple Blendings of pink and white, To greet the golden sunrise God of beauty and of might. I have seen the mighty river In silence wend its way, But the ripple of a zephyr With the midnight stars to play, On its peaceful placid bosom, Decked with diamonds from the dome Traced its bearings to the ocean The great realm of surge and foam. I have lingered in the forest Where the tree tops courtly sway, Heard their music in the minor 2l6 CHIMES OF THE WEST Discord set to harmony ; When the surges seemed to revel, Lash the leaves in sportive glee, iLchoing in joyous encore, To mountain, river, plain and sea. THANKFUL. I am thankful for a showing ; Thankful for a chance of growing; For thankfulness, and knowing How to grow; Truly thankful for the chances, For the progress and advances ; More than thankful for ih.i chance 'i'o have a show ! Glad and thankful for the glimmer ; For no longer cause to murmur, Through the darkness for a shimmer Of the light; Till at last no longer worry; Stay my haste and cease to hurry ; Thankful finally to know that "Whatever is is right ! CHIMES OF THE WEST 217 ETERNAL FITNESS. There are persons, many of them Who are the embodiment of the good, The pure, the true, rightly to view. Selfishness doth not dominate The earth to-day, rather its opposite. 'Tis but to know and see aright — Calmly reflect. The tiniest bird is known To sing and sing, because it has to, One does not dare to harm An inoffensive thing. It would not do. Justice and right and brotherhood Have gained the day to so great degree Their opposites create sensation. Who is it, not practically impelled By an inborn sense ot right? The eternal fitness of things Doth plainly show on every hand ; The inexhaustible supply, The all sufficiency; That an omnipresent sovereign good (or God) Is in command, is evident to me. (The mortal world redeems the material.) 2l8 CHIMES OF THE WEST NOT STRANGERS. ^ You are not alien — strange to me; We are of one great family. If we could only understand The life of Love in God and man, The love of Love in you and me, — One love, one common sympathy Would reign through all in unity. Broad as the sky, deep as the sea, Bright as the stars, warm as the sun, Love is but one ! Love is but one ! Your woes and sufferings are mine, Throughout the land and all of time, Love of to-day and yesterday. Love of one great fraternity. Love of a million years agone. Love of the true, millennial dawn, By universal law of love Each race and zone, supremely one Dear' heart hope on, no heart alone Love is but one. Love is but one. CHIMES OF THE WEST 219 WHY ASK I MORE? On topmost twig of a leafy tree Sat a plain brown thrush, and cheerily He chirped away, as if a., that be Were happy, content and free. He had dined that day on living things, On worms and insects with buzzing wings Unlike his own, but the life of these Went out in the songs degrees. Why sings the thrush in the world below Thus happy and free, I may never know — True, he feeds on worms and living things, But this I may know — he sings. I may not know how the bird to be Glorifies all by its melody, Like offerings then I may not bring. Yet I know that bird will sing. 220 CHIMES OF THE WEST GENIUS. We admire genius under any guise, And in these modern times Would be hard to surprise; With electricity or steam Such advancement, like a dream, More ot genius every day This wonderful machinery. Artificial legs and eyes, Bones and skin, borrowed thighs, Science, genius, skill and tact. Almost gone beyond the fact. One can scarcely realize What it is before one's eyes. How it can be made to go Else some one is there to show. But the fellow's always there And the wheels go on the tear. Labor saving these inventions Their creators, no pretensions. CHIMES OF THE WEST 221 TO THE UNSEEN. Hark! angelic whispers From etherial blue Leaving scepter'd impress On receptive hearts and true. Linking God and good The human and Divine, Finite with the Infinite, All along the line. Life and light eternal, Dating farthest back Heaven is a condition, Nothing then may lack. The unseen, the real. Aye, the only true, Hark, angelic whispers From ethereal blue. Life and light eternal, Even on earth for thee, "Weary, heavy laden, Come thou unto me." 222 CHIMES OF THE WEST PHENOMENA. Think of the artist, who painted the flowers, Think of the mountains, the valleys, the showers, Think how they come when'er they are bidden, Think of the treasure that therein is hidden. Think of the vast seas, the lakes and the ocean. The great heart of love, the lasting devotion ; Who produceth the actors is back of the stage; Whose own sovereign will controlleth the age. Think how great a world, of day and of night The birds and flowers, the joy and the light, The music, the fragrance, perfection ot pleasure Inexhaustible store of excellent treasure. Whence cometh love, and whence our devotion The symmetrical blending, the beauty of motion ; The orbs and the planets, the great solar system? Think where and from whence this wonderful wisdom. CHIMES OF THE WEST 223 WHO LIVE IN A STAR. Then I entreat you, be of good courage Justice and right have gained the day Truth and love are wondrous forces No longer doubt their perfect sway. Light is enthroned and God is good "Right is might," is the spoken word The Divine in thee., the Royal road ADDIO. The good, the beautiful and true, Good will, and greetings unto you, Abundantly for each new day Hail thou upon the upward way. Good will more faith good cheer, A firmer hope, less doubt and fear Unfaltering, trusting to the end This the greeting I would send. Copies of Chimes of the West may be had by inclosing $i.oo by register or post- ofUce order to MORRIS C. SPRIGG, Box 51, Denver, Colorado. lUN 17 1903